Re: Gloaming Camp
Feeling like the only one who isn't bothered by the decisions made by William, Ezekiel yawns. He scratches at one of his ears, and delivers a couple of calm licks to his chest. He'd love to claw the pelt off of one of these arguing brats, but he'd rather not be kicked out of this area before he can actually get a job done.
The black-furred tom gives out a low huff of annoyance and stands on the outskirts of the groups. He lifts a paw, licks it and runs it over his ears, pulling a few strands of his longer fur away from his eyes. He lifts his lips in a sneer, shaking his head.
'What the hell did I get myself into now.'
He cannot help but think to himself as he stretches his legs. The cat lifts his head afterward and looks at them darkly.
"William was kind enough to allow us to stay here - lets be courteous, shall we?" He inquires.
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