Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28770775-20170325022421/@comment-30745109-20170414102724

Scar padded away from Oswald, his tail flicking hungrily. "I'm going hunting, if anyone would like to come." He called, His fur swishing in the wind. Scar dashed to the edge of the border, knowing he couldn't possibly get any prey from an amusement park. He turned his head, gazing for anyone that wanted to follow him. "Hatter," He barked to him. "Wanna go hunting?"