𝐿𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂

𝒮𝓀𝓎𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓇

Treetops were swaying slowly high in the growing intensity of the wind. Broad orange and dark grey furred paws pressed against the rough texture of the birch trees, claws extending to dig into the bark in order to stabilize his tall and slim body with the movement of the trees. A big storm is brewing. The thought was fleeting but the tomcats mismatched eyes were gleaming with unmistakeable excitement. Storms always have him such a thrill. Tufted ears twitched slightly at the sound of branches creaking and tweaking with the wind, causing him to smirk as he quickly and elegantly pushed off of the bark of the tree. Twisting on his hind paws to immediately jump from his perch, hopping down the tree as his toes finally met the soft grass below.

Long dark grey bushy tail swayed behind him, the orange and red painted tip twitching as he followed the treeline until it thinned. Stalking proudly and confidently from the treeline as his one fiery orange and one deep purple eye looked towards the darkening sky. His long and thick fur ruffling and flying to the wave of the wind. Pink nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent of the storm, eyes closing as he leaned on his toes as if he were trying to fly away with the breeze. Best thing of being a new warrior… was his newfound freedom to be himself. “The storm provides.” He whispered to himself as he opened his eyes towards the small field, his eyes narrowing for movement of nervous prey.