by amethyst14 » Mon Jan 11, 2016 2:39 pm
"You go ahead Flare, I am going to rest here until Leopardpool is ready to leave." Smoke meowed to the tom, flicking his gaze at Pebblefur playfully.
Gnar was in an alley on his own, he claimed this alley as his and had protected it for a few moons now. It was morning now and it was time for his favorite game, knock the cans over. So one by one he jumped on the cans and leaned a certain way, making them tip. When he was done, he enjoyed sitting on a high perch and watched as the two-legs fussed over their cans.