The weary young warrior startled a bit, broken from his reverie, and exhaled softly when his sea-green gaze cane to rest on the little apprentice,
“Oh, not a problem, little one,” He mewed,
“You are up quite early.” He observed, amused. The sleek ginger tom did not look well—he was slumped with fatigue, and his coat lacked its usual gloss. @
The Ink Demon