[stag]

Temperance: Reversed.
Mumblepaw
They/He/It/Fang/Snake (These cats should only know of and use THEY/HE/IT, As Mumble’s Neos are not public) | A Dilute Calico With Green Eyes, Three Long Stomach Scars, And Scarred Tail Stub.
Master Scout & Monkeys Paw: Permanently Active | Shadow Fiend: Disabled.

✮➥ Mention(s): [ @Spirit_life_yt ]

They wouldn’t take him away, no. They wouldn’t take his father, this wasn’t going to happen. The Settlement of The Raging Winds was not going to do this to fang’s home. The learner felt paws itch for flesh, claws spiking out as green eyes located their target. A learner by the looks of it, the 12 moon calico surges forwards. Breathing kicking into high gear as they flung themself towards the cat. Hopefully causing them both to go into a tumble down one of the small slopes. Mumblepaw could trap the idiot to die down there, yeah. Leave the cat to starve, or something of the sort, it’s far nicer than what someone else would do to them. Words only flooding its head. ‘Claw after claw, get as much damage in before you lose the ability to breathe properly, move it!’ Body still aimed to slam into Crookedpaw as the learner tries to rake their claw’s against the cats muzzle, is it was successful it was sure to draw blood, maybe even scar if Mumble was lucky enough.