//Sorry for inactivity guy. But I'm back! though most of my posts will probable be a bit slow and short! Also I'm totally listening to Hamiltons - What'd I miss. while typing this.
Ah LittleNewt. Following in his roleplayers way, The tom had seemed to drop off the planet. Curled up in a den outside of camp in a ball of self-loathing and junk. But self pity was never the toms way. No, in the end. The blind-tom couldn't remain in self misery for long. So one bright morning- The top just prowled right into camp. A squirrel dangling in his jaws. He pranced right in, Heading for the place he knew the freshkill rested and dropped it down. Before turning back around. Giving his chest a few licks. He could already tell there were a few scents he didn't recognize. So he strode off, To where many others tended to share tongues. Ears flickering along as he sat down. His voice soft. "Greetings friends, So, What did I miss?"