[ChameweonRainbow]

@Jay-Jay
The foggy gray tom stepped out into the misty dawn and open his maw to reveal his sharp teeth and breath in the crisp new-leaf air. With a content sigh, Needle gave a long stretch and then he sat down to groom himself. He sat licking gently around his neck and shoulder; the pale pink scars still tender from his latest... battle as you could say.
Needle looked out across the clearing that had begun to fill with the young green sprouts of spring. A small smile graced his maw, a true smile, free of malice or deceit. He hadn't felt this calm in a very long time.
"Oh, what's wrong with me! I'm getting too soft with this lack of action" The tom sighed. He had never been so safe or in a lack of hardship. Of course, nothing was easy in the Dusk Syndicate, but it sure beat living out on the barren crags of the distant horizons of the north.
Needle looked around the clearing hoping to spot his mate. "I never thought I would ever fall in love, or care about anything for that matter." He grumbled and gave a hissing chuckle. Shaking such sappy thoughts from his mind he set out to go and hunt down something for him and his mate.