To Stormclan Color Palette

It shone through pale golden optics with a repressed fervor, singing its melodic tune. He rather liked the night, although Rose now tracked time by the food in his belly and the moisture on his maw. He had lost count of the days by now. Only in his own company, the alabaster hued felid had become a devout loner, preaching his sermon of introspective loneliness to only the gnarled trees around him.

Colors in Palette