Sable
| 25 moons | Rogue | he/him, tom |
"Oh, really now?" He finally steps forward past the brush, and promptly sits at the edge of her den. "I bet you couldn't even catch a fat toad if it was right under your nose," the tom chides. Now that she could see him better, she saw that the young cat was a dusky brown tabby with solid black fur on his chest and around his muzzle. "What's your name?" He asks, tail still twitching behind him.
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Red'fur