Tripod || Loner| | Crushless at the moment || Location: wabdering the island || Tags: None
Laying in he sand under he shade of a tree, a young male cat was resting. His pelt so matched the color of thre sand that when he got to his paws it looked as though the sand had come alive. Tripod hobbled into the trees, having rested his single front leg and relieving it from carrying all his wait for a moment. (May he be friends with Salem??)







