There was a small sense of peculiarity in the air. Log noticed this as he loafed in the sunlight, eyes half-closed and staring off into stars-know-where. His droopy brown eyes resembled that of some exotic toad, as one had pointed out to him once before. No matter, at least it meant he would be left alone. And the character of which had informed him of this was right, it turned out. Log did indeed resemble the facial expression of a toad with a subtle hint of midgefly. A peculiar mix to an outsider's eye, but it didn't much bother the gray-brown feline. His fur was slicked back with utmost duty the day prior, but now tufts stuck up across his stout spine. Too-short legs wriggled out with a melancholy way, proving his distasteful attitude with the scattered drifts of snow.

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