"Anyone up for a game of 'Duck, duck, goose?" The tom called from just outside camp to no one in particular. Brightshine had told him to host a rain-themed game or something, but he honestly had no idea what that meant so this had to suffice. A pearly white grin laced his features as Weaselclaw promptly waited for some Clan-mates to arrive.
windclan | warrior | tom | 19 moons | single | brightshine's brother | slender white tom with pale cream tabby patches and dark amber eyes, unusually long claws