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Originally Posted by CloverWitch
@ Slash-GNR
Brutus laid out by a small patch of grass that he managed to find that had managed to be parted away from the beach. Despite it being the middle of leaf-bare, the tom didn't mind the cold; his thick melt kept him warm and the sun felt nice. His eyes closed, a purr rolling out from him. |
Atilla lay in a tree. There was some light ice spread across the bark. She latched her claws in the bark to keep her stance. She flicked her fluffy tail and looked down at a Tom who lay on a grass spot. The cold season was coming to an end, which made her smile. She chuckled as she lay her green hues upon the tom. She slid down upon a low tree branch. "Well, hello there," she purred flicking her tail tip.