[wren]

Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.

Thomas was sitting in what he currently called the family’s camp. He was basically an emotionless wreck right now. He knew that he shouldn be feeling something, but he wasn’t. His nonexistent eyes scanning the area. We’re all freaks he thought to himself, shaking. His black voids just watched, basically unblinking. He could pass for a normal cat in some way he guessed, however, it was the eyes. The things that never left him alone, as well as the pain waves and nightmares. The tom (( haHAH )) sighed, trying to breathe in and out carefully.

Acorn was padding in from his last hunt, His shoulders slumping and jerking in an irregular pattern from exhaustion. What was left of his body was flowing nut brown fur with darker tabby marks and a cute stump tail on his rear. Yet what could really set you off about the tom was his face, a Chemical fire that scorched his face and front legs left him scarred and utterly hideous to look at. Part of his face still had fur, charred and withering and the other revealed a sinister wound, the flesh had melted away on this side of his face leaving his bottom jaw exposed. Nothing covering it. Just bone. The rest of his body held a library of scorch marks and scars, a once beutiful feline tunred hideous. As he entered camp his eyes, which where just as good as they had been before his accident, focused on Thomas. A cat he love unconditionally and envied. How could something so perfect love a monster? It escaped his better understanding.