꒰ Raventhunder ↯ ꒱
he him his . they them theirs
a large, musclar, black cat with a thick black mane and dark rosette markings across their pelt. they're missing their back left leg, entire body covered in harsh scars.
OPEN!!!
Raventhunder ducked his head as he entered the den; the smell of milk filling his nose. If his mouth wasn't full of feathers, he would have smiled.
He took a few steps inside, coming to the middle of the sen, before dropping a large amount of white and black seagull feathers onto the floor.
"I bring a gift," he purred out; his rough voice was somehow soft as he sat back, giving his black mane a few licks to detangle any snow that may still be clinging to it.
the snow and weather had been harsh on them all; especially the little ones. A gift would do good to uplift their spirits!