Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20160710144427/@comment-28004325-20160717212109

Jaggedlight sighed as he sat in the shadows whatching cats preparing to leave for the gathering, he dident like caves, he dident like sand, and he dident trust syndicate cats. But he would do his best to tolerate all three of them for the servival of his clan. Eventually, the jet black tom settled down on a cold stone and whatched the camp. He was still in the habit of guarding camp almost every night as he had done in the past camp.