Crowstep
tom warrior // crush : brushtail // tags : open // spectrophobia found dead in miami
pacing the very edge of the clearing, he scuffed the ground with every step he took. he glanced at the fresh-kill pile for a moment and shook his head indecisively. he didn’t want to go out hunting, but nothing on the pile looked appetizing. he wasn’t starving, but eating would probably eat some time- he had nothing (he wanted to consider to do) to do today, so he’s spending time laying around until he’s offered to go on patrol. he ran his tongue over his muzzle. surely a single piece of prey wouldn’t do any harm?