stormypredacon clawed his way out
Sniffsniff. Ripclaw most certainly smelled another Predacon. Letting out a soft bellow she nosed around, tail flicking excitedly. Was it female like her, or a male? She had not met either, and the scarred femme was bounding around with giddiness. Chirping and trilling all the way, her scarlet optics flicked anywhere there was something big and fiery.
Under this rock? Nope. Here? Nada.










