Gloaming Camp

[Ragwort]

curious... Though the stranger...
a cavern smelling of cats... they sighed and decided to poke around... no-one seemed to be around, at least had not been around for a while... but they didn't care at all at this point.

leaving the tunnel they were in currently, He blinked in the semi lit area. the rather lean and skinny tom's curious sniffing echo'd in the small space. old prey... old plants... what an odd place indeed.

they had been born down in caverns a bit like this... but the ones he grow up in wheren't nearly this... smelly...

the toms skinny fur was an odd shade of dark golden ginger... two amber eyes scanned the cave in interest.

His Name was something he prefered not to share... which he didn't mind given he spent his days mostly in the Tunnels...

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[Ragwort]

Ron
Purk: One with The Warren

The Skinny reddish brown tom blinked and watched a flat faced brown cat... digging it seemed, in a corner of what he assumed was once a home for many cats given the smell. a golden brown tom was also in the cave... they seemed to enjoy watching the she-cat.

Ron frowned but paddled forth to inquire what the she-cat was doing. "Digging" Lana, the mud brown persion meowed "without the company of the others... well, not much left here to do but dig dig dig! they all are gone, except for me and the old boy over there" she tilted her head at the golden brown tom who stared displeased as if he didn't like Ron talking to Lana...

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