"Magnifique. J'espère que ces félins ne sont pas barbare, je ne veux plus de sang sur les griffes aujourd'hui.", Isen licked his lips, which still tasted vaguely of of the rodent he had brought down earlier. His wool like blue coat puffed in his displeasure at the sight before him. As a former farm cat in France, he knew what feral cats were capable of. Hell, he even watched helplessly as his only friend Denise was torn apart by a couple a stray toms. The poor little puppy, all she did was try and play with them.
Isen shuddered, ears flattening to his head as if her whines still resonated clearly around him.
And all he could do was claw at that wooden door.
He shuddered, staring down at his paws, his right paw was ugly, scarred and beaten. That paw had taken the most damage as he slashed at the wood, and he was positive that his claws were still in that barn door.
Closing his eyes, he let out the breathe he hadn't realized he had been holding, entering the camp slowly, sitting down silently. He was rather expressionless, his long tail twitching and winding behind him.
"Excuse me, may I ask what this place is?"
His voice floated like a stone, not at all really. Isen's voice was not exactly what anyone could call chiming or pleasent, actually, it would be a very nice sound if he didn't speak in such an unwelcoming tone.