Ber's Logs. [ not the wooden kind ] Draft

[ber !]

A beam of moonlit illuminates a clearing, creating an eerie effect to your surroundings. Your eyes flicker back and forth, waiting for this cat to emerge. You're wary; you're no fool. This cat has heard to be unpredictable, and thirsty for blood. But you promised, and you never backed down from a promise. Just as you thought this to yourself, a paw with sharp crimson-stained claws slipped through two bushes. Your heart races, but you remain calm. The tom pulls himself into the clearing, the moonshine creating an eerie effect to his tabby fur. His whiskers twitch as his hungry, alert eyes flicker from side to side. Always alert, always ready to kill. He sits down a tail-length away from you, and his bright green eyes fasten on you. Immediately, you feel like a piece of prey. His eyes hold yours, filled with distrust and disdain. "What do you want?" he growls, obviously not pleased being away from home. You scramble for the right words, stuttering slightly. "I, uh-just wanted to meet you, Oakstar," you meow, flexing your claws into the dirt anxiously. The leader's eyes keep staring at you, unblinking before he sits up from his wary crouch. His eyes flicker again from left to right. Untrusting. Alert. Always alert...

Oakstar is the leader of GREAT JUNGLE CLAN. Some people describe him as BLOODTHIRSTY and INSANE.