Re: The Secret Caverns
a Tom-cat sat quietly in a corner. His fur was like Rust on a piece of metal, for he a pure bred Abyssian.
but of course that didn't matter to him. nothing quite mattered to the tom these days but his peace. he was 48 in moons, 4 in years. of course that didn't matter either.
His Yellow, almond-shaped eyes, watched the entrance of his hidden cavern home almost as blank as death itself. though, the tom never bothered to show nor express any emotion at all. what was the need to have emotion at all?
one could smell an odd scent about him, one like that of decaying leaves...
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