He/Him - 21 Moons - ShadowClanBlackjaw yawned as he padded out of the warriors den. A late start to the morning, but a start nonetheless. The tom's white pelt shined brilliantly in the morning light, as he stretched out. He padded to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a small mouse, before finding a nice spot in the sun where he could bask. With the Clan ruckus and how many cats were out, he couldn't quite make out the dark brown tabby pelt that he was looking for. He was relieved that he and Mosstangle were back to normal. (OPEN!)