~The Dark Gray feline, approached you. The she-cats lip was curled over sharp, medium sized, ivories, lightly tinted crimson from all the cats she's killed. You watched as her long, finely curved claws slipped out of their sheaths. The she-cats slim, but broad maw opened. Her lightly Russian-tinted voice was used "The name's Scourge, you can call me Bonestar"~