[Cobra]

// @Wings

Springcry had been eating a trout, and then he saw the apprentice. The chestnut-brown tom noticed how Bristlepaw had warm, long fur. Lucky. He looked at his back, at his own brown, medium length fur. Well. It didn't bother him as much. The cold. Springcry ambled over non-threateningly towards Bristlepaw, a nonchalant expression on his face. He gave the long-furred cat a bright smile. "Hi. You're Bristlepaw, right? I see, cause of the fur...y'know? I'm Springcry." Yeah. Introductions. He didn't want to seem like an asshole.