Phelan perched on a rock fairly close to the edge of the glowing lake. He had called Thunderlands home for about a year now. Despite this, only about a fourth of the surrounding scenery was familiar to the white breasted feline. He huffed a long sigh and gently hopped onto the ground. Gazing into the endlessly glowing depths of secrets, he found himself asking himself of his father and why he left. With a shake of his head, Phelan cleared those murky memories and gazed blankly.
Do not ponder on me..
He started suddenly, the nape of his neck tingled at the sound of the mysterious voice. Before he knew it, his paws were racing. Somewhere. Anywhere but here. This place had started to give him the creeps. Sure he believed in the spirits and all, but this was his first encounter with anything un-earthly. It was quite unsettling for the young tabby. Lost in his over dramatized panic, a lame paw had wedged itself underneath a root and refused to budge when its turn came and sent Phelan tumbling for a few somersaults. Unfortunately, this was the doing of an inherited curse - a bobbed tail that led to horrible coordination. At least he landed right-side-up, er, I guess?
ooc; heyy so I'm a lil rusty but so happy to be back <3