Whisperingpaw(43/100)
Whisperingpaw froze once the she-cat approached him, his claws unsheathing and sheathing into the ground below. He backed up slightly and then sat up, tilting his head slightly at her question.
"Yes." Whisperingpaw answered, his tail flicking slightly at the silence of the forest. He wasn't used to the quiet. Quiet.
Quiet. Quiet. "How do you know my name?" The ginger tom asked suspiciously, a small glare starting to form on his face. (Short- so sorry @
furrensic )