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eveningdance // he/him // 43 moons

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Having stayed behind to guard camp, the tabby makes his way over towards the Stormcrest, eyeing his leader's appearance curiously. How... Disrespectful. What he can assume to be blood dirtying her fur has his face scrunching up in disgust... Could have at least made an effort to look presentable before standing before her clan mates, but... Guess not. Regardless he sits straight, tail curling over his paws as he prepares for whatever bloodthirsty announcement would await them this time. Hopefully his kits stayed in nursery...

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