A storm-like rouge (closed for Froggy)

Gray had become cold and less friendly to many cats after Dusty decided to leave. He never talked as much, and he hardly wore a smile. He would never rid himself of the pain, and it made him feel worse because Dusty had to see Rag dead. The handsome gray tom look like a storm cloud walking through the Twolegplace. The only difference he had was the fact he had piercing Amber eyes, liquidy pools of caramel. His eyes were most likely the most irrisistable part of Gray. He cut across the Thunderpath and continued walking down the gray path.

Cinnamonstep sighed, Her left eye had semi-healed but not to where she could see with it again. She could never see with it again. Blood still stained her paws & her pelt, not showing very promptly though because of her dark ginger and red fur. "ugh why do I even bother" she stated wearily. She had been defeated in her first actual battle, it pained her to say it, or even think about it for that matter. She had crossed the thunderpath with ease, taking the fact in that there were no monsters around. She made her way to Twoleg-Place before she even knew she was there. Her claws were sheathed, but that didn't stop the ground from making prints of her pads. She lifted her head wearily as she noticed a stray tom just padding around. She quickly yet silently pressed her belly against the floor and hid by the corner of a Twoleg-Nest.

Gray's broad head turned around when he heard paw-steps, but he saw nothing. Gray, who was a smart tom, padded towards the place Cinnamonstep was hiding. He saw the paw-prints and he peeked around at her hiding spot. Gray's emotionless eyes studied the she-cat and he grunted.