((pathos' profile- here))
not even bothering to keep quiet, a silver tabby tom stepped over the strong thunderclan scent markers. his whiskers twitched as he took in his surroundings. he remembered what his father told him before he had stormed out of twolegplace. i want you to join one of those clans, pathos. what were they called? Ah, yes- warrior clans. with a snort pathos recalled how his father's eyes had shined as he spoke of the clans of cats who lived beyond the alleys of twolegplace.
warriors? i think not. he scanned the area for signs of other cats. pathos didn't need a bunch of other cats to protect him- he was fine on his own.
SilentPaw.