Alec sauntered through the WindClan territory. Overall, his build was lean and thin, and he looked like one of them, but his face and ears spoke of his other-cat blood. He was a rather handsome eight moon tom. "YO, WINDCLAN!" he yowled.
Your mom! [open]
- Pax.
- Closed
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