Nettlepelt, a lone tom who likes to see himself as a wandering hero, padded through the forest. His silvery tabby fur with white patches glowed in the dawn light as he crept between the tall trees that rose up and shaded him from the brightest of the sunlight. His grey eyes focused on the ground ahead of him whilst his mind wandered.
Nettlepelt couldn't help but consider the possibility of finding a mate and even maybe having kits one day. Yet who would want a wanderer like him?