- Jul 23, 2022
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Tybalt had begrudgingly trailed behind the ThunderClanners, keeping his distance from the absolutely loathsome Quail. He had arrived in their camp, drowning out the droning explanations of what and where everything was, and then excused himself to stretch out on a rock by himself. He was here only to avoid being pushed out by a group he knew he couldn't fight. Here for his own benefit. No one else's. None of these cats had earned his respect, and suddenly being surrounded by so many made his pelt prickle with unease. The city had held plenty of cats, but they all stuck to their own small groups. Never something as large as this.
He wasn't here because he was lonely--absolutely not. His parents had always said they didn't need anybody else. So what if they were gone? He'd been just fine living on his own, hadn't he?
Hadn't he?
Extending long claws, the curly-furred tom began to scrape his claws over a patch of moss growing along the side of his perch, absently watching the ThunderClan cats through narrowed eyes as he did.
He wasn't here because he was lonely--absolutely not. His parents had always said they didn't need anybody else. So what if they were gone? He'd been just fine living on his own, hadn't he?
Hadn't he?
Extending long claws, the curly-furred tom began to scrape his claws over a patch of moss growing along the side of his perch, absently watching the ThunderClan cats through narrowed eyes as he did.