PEBBLEPAW
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Male | Pansexual | 9 Moons | Tags; Open |
Pebblepaw shivered, curling himself into a ball in the corner of the group. His short fur had been soaked with mud and dew that had clung to the long-growing grass. His white pelt that had once glowed in the sunlight, now stained brown and ruddy red by the mud. A few pieces of fern and leaves had clung to his pelt, sticky from the wet dirt. He let out a small, barely noticeable groan. He hadn't been very fond of his pelt being dirty. He was usually a clean and organized cat. He'd never been so unrecognizable before now. Attempting to try and take his mind off his sticky, soaked pelt, he shifted his turquoise gaze around the band of apprentices and kits. He frowned. They all seemed like orphans out here, begging for Starclan for mercy and to lead them to their home. He'd feel pity for the small kits. Some being barely old enough to walk on there own, and yet, all of their kin had been lost.