HEED NOT THE VOICE OF REASON ― intro.

[abyssjaw]

AbyssJaw hadn't even noticed that VixenFrost had snuck up on him, and it showed through a brief bristle of fur, to which he calmly smoothed with a flat tongue. He studied the she-cat before slowly nodding, pointing his paw towards the spot next to him. He set said paw, which he was just using to wash himself moments before, onto the ground and turned his broad head to watch the crowd around him.

"I'm AbyssJaw." He nodded his head, tail flicking once more.

The tom wondered how long VixenFrost had been watching him, if she had been at all, or if she had just seen him. He resumed cleaning, this time using his other paw, inviting the molly to be sat next to him without completely ignoring her. His ear flicked up after his paw swiped over it, and he then turned his attention back to her. A question formed on his tongue, and he slightly opened his mouth to say it, but he changed his mind, instead orange eyes continued to study her like before, though calculating.

"I don't think I've seen you before." He drawled out after a while. "Then again, there's so many cats here, they all melt together." His usual scowl shifted into a slight smile, if one could call it that.

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tom - soon to-be shadowclan - attack in RED

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