Patch obliviously stepped over the sent marker and into sunclans territory. He simply thought it was a beautiful place.
Though he did notice the many muddied paw prints, There seems to have been a lot of creatures here recently... I
wonder if I'll meet any! With a strange new bounce in his step he carried on, though more alertly, throughout the territory
It didnt take him long though to let his thoughts drift one again. He was, what you would possibly call, a cat. He wasnt
exactly a normal cat, or a cat at all. After all, he was kind of made of quilts. The occurrence rarely appealed to him, so he
hardly ever noticed it. Though he didnt notice the patches tended to change from time to time, and he liked that. It kept his
pelt interesting. He hardly remembered much of how he was born, other than he had no family he knew of, and ,ironically,
he was named Patchwork Quilt. He preferred to be called patchy though. He started to wonder where the other creatures
were finally, when his throughts were cut off by a sudden face full of mud. He had somehow managed to fall face first, again.