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- male | warrior | 36 moons | xxx
- Tsking, the tom stretched in the warm sun, claws digging into the ground. The morning sun quickly heated up camp, and with his dark pelt he too warmed up quickly. Leaving wet pawprints behind him due to sweating, his expression soon turned cross. Pushing the thought away he took a deep breath of the heavy, sticky air and licked his lips, wiping away any last trace of the mouse. Yelping as a rodent slammed into his left flank, he whirled around and instinctively slammed his paws down on the creature.
Why, it practically ran into his paws! Shocked, he dropped it into the pile, pride ruffling his fur. The summer heat was annoying, beating down on him cruelly. Puffing his chest, Ashenwind padded out of camp, the humid air made it hard for him to breathe, but he still continued on, leaving the camp into the shadows of the forest, blending in immediately and the last sight was his tail curling behind him, almost as if it was waving goodbye. Trekking along, he opened his mouth to scent any prey nearby.