[Ikoria the Wolf Pup]

(For the roleplayer's information, Thorn is trans. So, if you want your cat to find him, he looks like a she-cat.)




Thorn searched the empty alleyways, looking for any food he could find. He was so thin, it was hard to tell if he wasn't a walking corpse. His tan tortoiseshell pelt, once vibrant full of energy was now dirty and ruffled, unclean. Only his eyes remain true to his low age of just 18 moons, which gleam yellow in a seemingly endless anger, like the emotion was glued to his face.

Finding a twoleg dumpster, he went in looking for crow-food. While he once lived in the forest, Shark never taught him to hunt prey, just to hurt cats. So Twolegplace was his only option. He remained ever alert for any cats who might be in the area, but it was hard to listen with all the noise that came from digging into the twoleg waste. Smelling wasn't much easier, what with the overwhelming scent of crow-food and twoleg. Hopefully no cat was around to hear.