Talk:The Stream/@comment-23973523-20131006001941/@comment-23973523-20131006002737

The golden tom's fur glistened in the sunlight, and he kept his gaze fixed on the water. He twitched his ears, and spoke in dark tone: "Put the pieces together, and you will realize who you are speaking to. I shall not leave the space I reside." Sunhawk said, still holding his sight.

(Sunhawk's parents died, when a snow-plow ripped them to shreds on the roadway, and he fell into depression.)