Slick| Tom| Rogue| Location: Wolfclan territory, his oak| Tags: Wolfspirit
Slick yawned lazily as he awoke. Morning was here at last, after a long night of peaceful sleep. Sunlight trickled through the canopy of leaves above, and Slick narrowed his eyes against the brightness of the mighty sun with a low growl. Easing himself into a sitting position, he quickly groomed his whiskers and smoothed down the fur on his forehead, tail, and chest with laps of his tongue. Continuing with his usual routine, the tabby stretched elegantly, bowing down and popping his cramped muscles with a happy purr.
He almost stepped on Wolfspirit when he went for his stash of food. Taking care to not disturb her, he swept aside the remains of his mouse from last night, sending the bones and scraps tumbling to the forest floor, and went for the blackbird. Snatching it securely in his iron jaws, he hopped back over the she-cat he'd spent the night with and bounded onto his branch to dine.