Post by Ringtail on Sept 4, 2019 6:40:05 GMT
In the dark depths of the nasty Dark Forest, this particular tom, Weaseltongue, came out of hiding for the time being. It's grown quiet in this shadowy forest, well like most times, deader than the dead speak. The once rogue accumulated to stretching out from his hiding place of a log to gaze out to eye any other naughty kitties that might wish to chat. Not like many of them got company, it was mostly a personal territory wherever cats walk. Don't go there, so and so is there, or don't go here, so and so guards this place with an iron paw. What a joke. Well, at least he was a tad tolerate of other shadowy cats to wander his little space, not like he cared, all of it was the same, unless some strong memory made the surrounding purgatory into the more preferred biome for whomever thought it up.
"Someone already bringing bad news to those clan cats?? Surely someone here caused that fire.." It was just a spoken out suggestion, merely to try and coax some other cat to join him in some banter.
"Someone already bringing bad news to those clan cats?? Surely someone here caused that fire.." It was just a spoken out suggestion, merely to try and coax some other cat to join him in some banter.
