Troutstone
He/him - 25 Moons
It seemed he was cursed to patrol this place. Troutsotne felt that he hadn't hunted in any other part of the territory in ages.
The grey tom flicked his tail to send his patrolmates on their way, then sunk into the hunters crouched and headed to where he could scent a nest of mice. In no time, he had caught four mice that had been rustling around in the moss. Pleased with his work, he started to return to the meeting point. Once the others had arrived, he headed to camp.
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