HEED NOT THE VOICE OF REASON ― intro.

[abyssjaw]

AbyssJaw did not like change much. He preferred to stay in one spot--a homebody, one could say. His claws, constantly unsheathed, pressed into the soft dirt below his giant paws, his normal scowl deepened as he took in the clan festering below him. He had enjoyed his life before. There was less crowds, less conversations, and it was much, much quieter. Subtle. Now, however, he was tossed into the fray of what felt like a thousand cats, all swarming below him. The tom flicked what was left of his tail, having been shortened after a fight with a dog.

He turned and headed to the edge of camp after constantly being bumped. For a large cat, he tried to make himself seem small. Every time he moved his paws under his own body, the cats around him immediately occupied the space around him. It was becoming such an issue. He sat down and licked at his leg, where a cat had tripped and, with their claws out, tried to stop themselves from toppling over. Unfortunately for AbyssJaw, those claws sunk into his fur. It stung, but it wasn't as bad as most injuries he had sustained.

The tom watched with his dark orange eyes as he continued to lap at his leg and wrist, then he swiped his large paw behind a torn ear. He resumed licking, his stubby tail occasionally flicking. He hardly ever spoke to anyone around him now, only nodding his head and complying to orders. He did as he was told, and never bothered to ask questions. He was listening to a conversation near by before it had dissipated and the cats parted, either leaving camp for a hunt, a patrol, or just going further into camp to continue taking up space.

AbyssJaw dropped his paw to the ground and continued to scowl.

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ARE GETTIN' LOW

tom - soon to-be shadowclan - attack in RED

#psy.