- Feb 28, 2023
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Tickbite didn't much care for colonies or clans. Even small groups got on his nerves eventually. The small lilac tom was fed up with the kits at the barn, so he came out to lay on the fence separating the pasture from the moors. He kept in mind the scent markers he smelled, made sure he wasn't overstepping.
He was out here for a nice, quiet evening...
The bone he kept between his jaws was becoming brittle, weak from his constant chewing. He had a habit of grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw when irritated, so he started picking bones to chew to relieve the pain that clenching his jaw gave him.
He twirled the bone in his mouth as he observed the moors. Some cats would love to explore it, but he found it was best observed from a good vantage point.
With the warming breeze, he had as good a spot as any.
((Tickbite looks exactly like Yewberry but with a few differences! He's not as covered in scars, he's got yellow eyes, slightly bigger, a white foot and a kink at the tip of his tail! Feel free to mistake him for Yewberry though!))