Leafpaw pounced about in the forest like area, his ears pinned back while he attempted to catch what was not in sight, a play mate whom he made up in his mind. Things kits did when alone, the lose of his family left 6 moons ago, a scar from what would be claws raked across his face, such a sleek pelt with deep brown swirls and a soft brown base, his eyes gave him his name, like his father he was a marbled brown feline with deep green eyes. His mind to far into play lost all thought maybe he was in someones territory, whom knew.
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