[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 48 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3
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[Firestorm - @Dark ]

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The weather was growing warmer, and while they hadn't reached the throes of Newleaf or Greenleaf yet, Hawkfur was both excited for the warm sun and dreading the inevitable shed-fest that became the dens. His own russet coat was thick and feathery, meant to keep him warm in the chilled winters like his maine coon ancestors. Luckily for him, the blood seemed to have been diluted down enough where his coat wasn't nearly as long as a lot of cats, but he knew it was still going to be a mess when he shed his winter layers. Sighing heavily from where he lounged in some sun, Hawkfur decided that for now, it wasn't his problem. He watched his clanmates flit about camp, each cat in their own little world like he. He wasn't comfortable enough to call out cats he recognized with a greeting, but he did enjoy a little bit of cat-watching.