The sun was setting.
Pale stars flickered beneath a painted sky of reds and oranges, violets and pinks. A young tom stretched his weary legs, looking to the sky and letting the newleaf breeze ruffle the tufts of fur on his ears.
Tonight was the night he moved on from this place.
He had made his temporary home in a small forest clearing, where birdsong echoed in the morning and the chatter of locusts could be heard at night. Everything about the forest glen emanated serenity.
But, like with every place he stayed, he must move on.
The young tom lived a solitary life: he moved periodically, journeying from place to place in search of adventure, or so he told himself. He traveled alone, with only his own thoughts and the ambient noise of the wilderness to keep him company.
But that was soon to change.
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Hey all! I'm looking for outsiders to join Skipper on his journey through the wilderness c: I'd like a small group of loners, rogues, kittypets, and/or Clan runaways to travel with him and possibly settle down somewhere with him eventually. Just go ahead and jump right in if you're interested!)