spacepaw
The toms fluttered against the gentle breeze as he sauntered into the cave. Each day that went on seemed more and more useless and boring. No activity to keep him influenced. Every since he had to turn Distantpaw, he'd been alone, to the point of absolute misery.
Gruting, as if he could hear he, he grew angry. She had disobeyed him. It was his fault.