HEED NOT THE VOICE OF REASON ― intro.

[abyssjaw]

AbyssJaw hummed in response when she spoke, and the tip of his tail would have flicked, but instead the stub just wiggled. "It seems like every time I lift a paw, the space immediately gets occupied." His scowl had returned as he turned to watch the bustling in camp.

He hadn't thought of leaving camp, maybe finding somewhere else to hide out, but he shook his head and continued to lap at where he was scratched earlier, closing his brilliant orange eyes. Normally he'd be bristled when sitting next to somebody, as they would most likely be right up against him due to the lack of space, but it was nice to both be sitting without anyone else touching him, and to also be sitting with someone who understood his displeasure with the ungodly amount of cats.

It felt like AbyssJaw couldn't catch a breath.

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ARE GETTIN' LOW

tom - soon to-be shadowclan - attack in RED

#psy.