~| Clawer |~
The dark tom padded into the clearing. His throat was burning, again. He sat down near Darkmoon [ @/poppy.], trying to avoid much contact with any cats.Last time he tried that.... lets say it didn't end very well. Taking over the clans? What a idea! plans started to run threw his head, wonderful idea. A crooked smile showed on his face, his jaw cracking a bit. Then, the best idea yet, his son and granddaughter. Clawer laughed under his breath.
Shred, Clawer's son, and Breeze, Shred's daughter. Of course, Shred was build much like Clawer, a muscular tom, with huge broad shoulders, the perfect cat for fighting, and a bright mind, did his granddaughter have. `` I guess I'll join in this rally.`` The tom stated, flicking his shreded ears.