Ghoststripe | Male | Warrior | Tags: None
The muscular tom entered the camp with a squirrel hanging from his jaws, the neck had been broken and no open wound could be seen - the only sign of death was the jaunty angle of its head. He rested it on the ground at the Fresh Kill pile and began grooming his short fur. The faded tabby stripes on his legs, face and tail blending softly with his otherwise cream fur.



