EVERY STAIN YOU MADE | open, trespasser.

despite the whole peace treaty with snowbound, rinto didn't like them. rinto thought that they were being soft on the other clan, and rinto craved a war. things sometimes got so boring around here and rinto couldn't satisfy his bloodlust easily nowadays, and every night he prayed for conflict. of course, he was loyal to pincher to a fault, and wouldn't ever instigate anything on his own. still, deep down... rinto hoped he could one day tear out someone's jugular in the name of his clan.

rinto was next to pad over, quickly unsheathing his pink knife and holding it in his jaws, teeth clenched tightly. "hi there! you're trespassing," he crooned sweetly. "snowbound... huh? did little atbash send you? are you guys crawling back for mercy?" he sounded so nice, yet his words revealed his cruel-hearted interior. "i wonder how frog tastes... like chicken, right?"