- Jul 21, 2022
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COME VISIT ME ON THE WEST COAST,
BABY I LET GO
BABY I LET GO
Very seldomly did Ice find time for himself these days. The cats were stretched thin and that meant the young tom had to play his part as well within the hunting partys and border patrols. It was hard work, but the gray and white feline had always taken pride in his work. He liked living in the marshes a lot, and he considered himself lucky to have been born into such a group.
At that exact moment though, Ice was neither stalking the permiter of the marsh nor tracking down prey. The broad-shoulders tomcat was in camp for once, content to practice his hunters crouch in the shade of a tree. He was always eager to improve on his technique, and not that they were confined to hte marsh for hunting he wanted to make sure his skills stayed sharp.
At that exact moment though, Ice was neither stalking the permiter of the marsh nor tracking down prey. The broad-shoulders tomcat was in camp for once, content to practice his hunters crouch in the shade of a tree. He was always eager to improve on his technique, and not that they were confined to hte marsh for hunting he wanted to make sure his skills stayed sharp.
tom - 10 months - shadowclan apprentice - homosexual - polyromantic - single