Are a sleek black tom with broad shoulders and and rat (thin almost hairless)tail named Skull
From Create Your Own Story
You keep your thin tail a mouse length above the ground as you stalk through the undergrowth. You
can smell fear, tracking the family of cats. There's the distinct sound of kits squealing for their mother's milk as you come upon a tree that was half in the slow moving river and half on land. Underneath the roots, if you recall right, is a small dirt hollow.
So that's where they 'live', You think. The queen shushes them, oblivious to your scent over
her own in the cramped space. You begin to wonder where the father was but before long, his scent along with two mice wash through your strong senses. The elder tabby tom appears on the other side of the river, shaking the reeds as he places his paws on the damp sand. His ribs poked out from under his pelt and his motions seemed shaky; it wouldn't be long before he dies of starvation.
You watch as he weakly places his feet slowly and unsure along the narrow path of sand that was
almost higher than the deep, icy water. It's almost like you see it before it happens: the tabby's misplaces his paws and falls into the blackness below him.
Do you:
