[wren]

Ajax. A creamy white Tom with a scar trailing down the side of his face symbolized the fact you wouldn't want to mess with him. The fact his shoulders slumped over in a careless demeanour or that his claws were permanently out due to be crushed by rock fall. Caused by enemy cats of course. Never would the arrogant Tom allow himself to be injured or downed by nature. Never. His icy blue eyes scanned the clearing for the small she cat placed under his care. Amya was it? Well she was late and Ajax wasn't too pleased to sit out here looking like he was lost. His tail lashed in anger as his charcoal paws anticipatingly tapped the ground. Each second that passed his irritation grew another level until he finally gave up waiting for her. He stood with a huff and turned towards the bushes that lead him out of the training area. Then taking a few long strides reached the edge of the clearing.

@Nighty
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