Deadflame sighed and sat down on a rock outside the hollow where he and his son echo had been living lately
~Crestfallen - Non-binary - They/them - A black, fluffy cat with icy blue eyes and a scar down their flank - Used to be Shadowclan warrior~
~Crestfallen padded along silently, looking for shelter since they were too far from their den. They crouched when they scented a stranger. *Who could be out here at this time?* They thought to themselves.
__________________ "Your age dont define your maturity, your grades dont define your intelligence, and rumors dont define who you are"
"Mirror is my best friend because when I cry, it never laughs"
Bump me in 4 hours
A Dying Flame and His Echo (open)
