[Rowan]

ARES
Posts: 7 | Male | #arescrown
Purrks: None
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The Crown now had his new watching spot. He had upgraded, instead of that stone he lounged on (which was still quite nice) he was on the much higher up Spire. He looked at camp and as much as he could see beyond it. Long-Fangs were his worst nightmare, the things he sought to destroy with ever bone in his body, but instead, the tribe he cared most about was being destroyed by one. That monster would be killed. And he intended to do it. Of course, any cat with common sense wouldn’t march up to the beast and expect it to die the second he laid a claw on it. He would bring the best of the best and murder the damned thing, but that spoiled, egoistical part of him insisted hi made the killing blow. That too it’s throat.

He had his share of accomplishments, his prized skull now decorating his den. He planned to do a quite a bit of decorating, not clutter though. It would be neat.

He really had to socialize, huh? To try and get respect from his Atari-mates and such. He made his way down from the spire and sat at the bottom, waiting as to see if any cat would approach him first.


@Hushfalls