Board Thread:IvyClan/@comment-26224926-20150527195944/@comment-26225074-20150527212905

The compact, but stout tom cat made no effort to stay quiet as he meandered through the forest. It was so new to him and he liked it, not realizing what the changes implicated for the forest cats.

He shook his shaggy black coat, coarse and ungroomed, as dust tumbled out of it onto the floor. Dufferin hated grooming and it was an occasion worth celebrating if he did. He thought he smelled another cat and realized he was being watched.

"Wow I'd really hate it if I was being /watched/ right now. I know I'm handsome, but please, I'm /not/ interested in you."

His voice was cocksure and he, himself, sat down and licked a paw, drawing it over his ear in an attempt to flatten the fur on his head.