The tri-colored Tom padded through the once lively forest cut down to nothing but cold dirt. Quill sighed looking around with his deep blue eyes, to be frank he was bored out of his mind maybe he could mess with one of them clan cats or some dogs that lived next to his... well would they be considered his housefolk? He left like a month or so ago only returning a few times here and there for food and what not. his boxy body flopped against the ground releasing a cloud of dirt from under him growling to himself.
as the day passed he remained in the same area un moving until some bird tried to eat him thinking he was dead. Quill got up and darted away brown and whitw colored legs out stretched in front of him till her grew to a stop infront of a large stump. Quill investigated it before leaping on top of it.
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