Wandering Feilds [open]
Wandering the grassland wasn't something new for the tabby, he had been there for quite some time. Thankfully he was able to avoid the cats he had scented, and survive off the rare fresh-kill he did manage to acquire. Being on your own at his age wasn't easy, and it was hard for him to learn, being barely a kit. He had run-ins with foxes and dogs that wandered, avoiding being maimed just barely. Currently, he was heading to a patch of grass he knew was a bit shorter, mostly populated by the stumps that scattered the land. It was a warm enough day, and he was going to use his semi-dark pelt to its advantage and catch some rays to warm up.
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