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Originally Posted by Myik
{Tmw your forget your cat is a warrior. She's twelve moons x-x} Wildblossom looked up at the tom. Trying to be as friendly as she could. She despised cats who looked at her. But this tom was looking.. odd? Her belly felt like a stone. She caught herself staring back. "Uh- sure." She mewed, eyes looking back from the frog to the tom. Wildblossom shifted over, her blue eyes looking up at him. Wildblossom flicked her ears. Well, maybe he's just mistreated or something? |
"Mistreated" wasn't exactly the word most would use in relation to Spiderpaw, but if he was being honest he didn't care much about people's opinions of him. His fur was nearly groomed and without a scuff mark on it. He looked thinner than a cat should've, even during late Leaf-fall. He looked more like a tom in the midst of a rough Leaf-Bare.
"My name is Spiderpaw, by the way." He grumbled his introduction, wiry tail flicking about as he thought about something else. He was only eleven moons old, too young to be a warrior. The youth still showed on his features, though they had lost most of their kitten-like softness. He had a narrow muzzle, almost like that of a snake. He was skilled when it came to his training, he was an excellent fighter, however his mind had a tendency to wander, which made hunting for long periods of time quite the challenge.
"Your name was erm...Wild-- something, right?" He suspected he had heard her name once or twice before. He had a sharp memory and had a tough time forgetting things.