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« on: September 07, 2016, 08:28:40 pm »
A tall, scrawny, greyish brown tomcat had trudged onto the clan's turf. He scanned the area with sharp orange eyes. His fur was scruffy and his whiskers bent, he had a tear in one ear. This cat liked to pick fights, he liked to show that though he wasn't as strong as he used to be, he can still throw down. This cat was certainly not an old cat, but he didn't have much youth left in him either.
Despite his bitter appearance, this cat tried to look as harmless as possible. His sore paws has their sharp, black claws retracted and out of sight. He had attempted to clean his fur as much as possible before arriving, at least he was making an effort. Well, he needed to find some place to stay. Might as well look somewhat decent for it.
This cat, named Murdock, decided to take a seat on the chilly ground, and await any sign of other cats.