[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
PHYSICALLY HARD | MENTALLY MEDIUM | MAGICALLY MEDIUM | ATTACK IN [b]#757f96[/b]
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]The feline couldn't help but spot an unfamiliar face as he emerged from the dark shack he called his home, and his paws began to wander toward the figure with intrigue. His day so far had been spent organizing, again, and he needed a break from it to stretch his stiff legs. He was also thirsty, but that could wait. It was only polite to introduce himself, especially now that he was a chaser.
"Oh, hey guys... and you, new guy," the smaller being spoke bluntly upon arrival as he awkwardly shifted his weight and tapped the his toes. "I'm Crow." He was not covered in dust this time, which would be a surprise, but instead his fur was refuge to a multitude of fragments of fragrant shriveled leaves. The feline had moved some of his plants to different pots. They desperately needed it.
"What do you mean, 'longtime wanderer'. Have you just been creepin' around for a while or somethin'?"