by cardboardteeth » Mon Jan 18, 2016 7:52 am
Thistlefur leaped up, snarling. He wasn't fooled by the cat screaming 'get me'. First and foremost, he knew there would be at least one other cat. And this foolish one decided they would hop about, yowling it's head off. He sniffs out the camp, hoping to catch scent of the other. That failing, he stands, hackles raised, snarling by the small pile of fresh-kill. There were a few herbs in the medicine den, and he pleaded for Fawn to watch them.
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