Post by Lance on Jan 12, 2011 21:27:59 GMT -5
The lilac point tom peered out from behind the rock. Lance didn' exactly know where he was. All he knew is that it smelled like strange cats. He was a bit worried. Lance knew the way home, it was just that it felt different here. Lance shook of the feeling of uncertainty, just as the true Lancelot would.
Perchance these mongrels would listen to him about his morals, of the great king Arthur, and maybe, just maybe, one of these ferals could possibly be him. The rightful king of the Cats of Camelot. So far all of the cats he had preached to had given him a look that combined confusion and mocking all into one disapproving gesture. They certainly weren't the chosen one, but maybe, just maybe...
Perchance these mongrels would listen to him about his morals, of the great king Arthur, and maybe, just maybe, one of these ferals could possibly be him. The rightful king of the Cats of Camelot. So far all of the cats he had preached to had given him a look that combined confusion and mocking all into one disapproving gesture. They certainly weren't the chosen one, but maybe, just maybe...