- Thorn'Claw -
Pelt sleek Thorn'Claw peered ahead amber eyes alert. His tufted ears twitched , searching for any signs of life. Nothing yet. The burly tom crouched lower compact muscles sliding beneath the thick pelt. Hopefully he would make it back to camp with his hide still attached. But as far as he was concerned, they were here to fight and to get rid of the mangy canines that ravaged the area. Thorn'Claw couldn't hide the fact that he wanted to feel flesh tear beneath his claws, the warm flow of blood that would seep into his fur. A smirk slid onto his maw. this should be fun..
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Undertaker