Re: WindClan Clearing
@ Mystical
Grimsight padded inbetween the shadows lining the side she of the camp with his head down. His deep brown castes shadows over his eyes, making them seem no more then dark pits of blackness. Flicking his tail, he seemed to have found something suitable. Grimsight promptly sat down and, without a glance around, nodded his head as though in a conversation with someone. Or with himself. This wasn't an unusual occurance for the fluff-brained tom, but that didn't bother him in the slightest.
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Last edited by Undercover; November 18th, 2017 at 06:54 AM.
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