Scourage finishes his opponent with a quick blow to their neck. He tosses the limp, dead cat aside. He glances toward you, eyeing his next target. Scourage lunges toward you claws unsheathed. His claws rake down your side, catching you off guard. "Your slow for a (insert your clan) cat." He practically spits at you, acting like he owns the world.
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2Dust_coyote
30/05/2025
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26/05/2025