LittleLynx

Scratcher Joined 4 years, 2 months ago Antarctica

About me

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

What I'm working on

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

ThunderClan is Pregnant

What I've been doing

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