Darkkit. What a basic name that he didn’t really like, now Inky was something he could get on board with. Which was why he was happy that Inky was his nickname. Due to his paws and muzzle looking like ink was dripping off them. Brown eyes traveled over the camp and he sighed in boredom. There was nothing to do around here and he knew this was a bad idea but didn’t really care all that much to think of the consequences. He padded out of view of the school. Following a concert path as he decided today he would explore. Inky thought he was old enough and doubted he was unlucky enough to run into anything too dangerous.
The tom continued his way down before stopping as he noticed a mouse. Giving his muzzle a quick lip, he thought maybe he would
The tom continued his way down before stopping as he noticed a mouse. Giving his muzzle a quick lip, he thought maybe he would