[color=transparent]#truthtells
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The long legged serval trust his paws downward, keeping his head just above the water as his apendages paddled against the thrashing waves. The sky was cloudless, harboring a bright, radiant sun within its endless space. The ocean water was cool and welcoming against his skin as Finn returned to the bank, giving himself a swift, sexy, shake then flickering his sparkling optics around to gaze once again at the large cruiser.
Finn was an ex-BloodClanner, having left its ranks when he killed two of his clanmates, a black and chocolate tom named Beetlejuice and his tuxedo brother named Ink-somethin. The serval didn't know the males personally, he just knew they had killed his wife, so he got them back and left before he was caught. Finn never liked the ways of BloodClan anyway, and he'd heard some nice things about this clan so he decided to hell with it.
" Hello? " His charming voice chimed, amber pelt shimmering with water droplets.