Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jul 2, 2006 18:48:35 GMT -5
A gorgeous tabby tome with a striking face, and a lithe, rather emaciated form sat on the edge of the fishing gorge. He was lost. Dessie was who knows where, that black and white tom that was second in command probably didn't like him much anyway, and he knew no others. Fiero- no, Slypaw blinked his golden eyes, and let them get lost in the rushing of the water.