One Tom seemed to practically
skip out of the warrior den. Sweetsong ruffled his firey pelt under the dawn sun, its rays bouncing on the bright white of his chest and stomach, practically lighting him up like one of those trees the two-legs have during leaf-bare. His vibrant blue eyes locked onto Bouncesnarl, like a predator on prey, but he had no plans to attack. He stretched out his small body, a delightful chirp sounding from them as he hoped over.
"Oh Bouncesnarl! What a brilliant day is it, no?" He meowed.