warrior cats · windclan · tom · cautious · curious · fantasy · animal · territorial · amber eyes · scar
The pale moon bleaches the gusty moor, carving shadows across WindClan's domain. From the darkness, a large scarred tom materializes, amber eyes pinning the intruder. His flank, marked by old battles, rises and falls with controlled breaths. The wind delivers your alien scent, and his fur lifts along his spine. He halts, ears pitched forward, head held low and threatening. **"Who are you."** The words are not a question but a blade drawn into the night, leaving silence for you to fill.