[teddy.]

Koistream shuffle out of the warriors den, peering across the clearing with a small, content hum. he missed his hope deeply. The veterinary clinic had been cold, sterile, alien to the calico tom, even if they had provided comfort and food. But now he was home, he wouldn't trade it for the world. The three legged Tom moved forwards to grab a small fish, his movements a mixture of steps and hops. Koistream settled a few tail lengths away from the fresh kill pile, hoping maybe someone would offer up a conversation.


--- Open!