Rip lay basking in the sun, and contemplating. He was as happy as a homicidal cat could be. His belly was full, and he was well rested. He was thinking about the clans. He did see some of the allures, more cats means more strength, but he thought all the no killing rules were stupid. How could you win without totally vanquishing your opponent? He decided to retire to his den, and get a nap.
Re: Rip's den (Open, But your cat may be attacked)
Ivy padded cautiously into the den, tail lashing. Who was that? She’d thought this place was abandoned. Sighing, she stepped in front of the Tom, who seemed contented. And murderous. “Hey. Got any room for one more?” Her ribs were showing, and she seemed to have been running a long way.
Rip's den (Open, But your cat may be attacked)
