Lightning McQueen wrote:{okie dokie!}Slick| Tom| Rogue| Tags: OPENSlick yawned lazily, getting to his feet from his comfy nest of moss, bird feathers, and leaves, shaking himself and smacking his lips. He narrowed his viridian green eyes against the brightness of the sun that filtered through the oak's branches, and he crawled out of the crook in the oak which he called his home, hopping onto his Spot. Slick's "Spot" so to speak, was his favorite place to relax, eat, and.. most of all, to observe Thistleclan. Those cats were just too naive to his presence here - it was almost hilarious! He could do what he wanted, whenever he wanted.. right under their noses.
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