Slick| Tom| Rogue| Location: Wolfclan territory, his oak| Tags: OPEN
Slick cocked his head as she left so suddenly. He parted his jaws and yowled after her a simple "Goodbye." before tucking into his blackbird once more. For now, Slick was fine for staying in his oak tree - until some other cat ran into him, or when Wolfspirit came back, or when he got bored and went exploring. He had plenty of prey to last him for a couple of days - until it got rotten - so staying put and lounging about was clearly on the tom's menu.
For now.
The gray tabby tom wouldn't stay cooped up here for the rest of his life, though. As soon as his food started to go stale he'd be on the move again: marking Wolfclan territory with his scent, stealing their food, flirting with the clan's Warriors'.. Oh, yes, he'd cause quite the ruckus. And he knew just were to start.