➽ Goldfish | ShadowClan | @NinjaBloss
Trailing behind in the middle of the crowd, the dark-furred
warrior observed the ThunderClan cats who bothered to even
show up. While he did want to just think of others, analyze their
words and such, and just observe the cats gathered, all he could
think of is the odd cat who just can't bat his eye from his own,
Pineclaw. How odd. Shaking his head, the tom's bi-colored eyes
drifted over the few cats who had arrived early. Not much of a
crowd, none of these cats seem to look froward to speaking, especially
with a ShadowClan cat like me. Oh, how I hate the stereotype that all
cats of my clan are heartless savages, cats to be avoided at all costs.
I want to talk to someone from another clan, but it's not like someone's
going to approach me themselves. I may as well take my best shot at it
and just walk up to someone myself. Goldfish noticed an orange molly,
sitting rather far away from the crowd.
Rather than going to his usual place, the dark-furred tom
padded over to this orange molly, wearing his least threatening,
welcoming face, which was honestly genuine, and convincing. In
a quiet yet easily heard voice, he says, "Hello," Sitting a
safe distance from the orange-pelted molly, he cast her a quick
smile, his tail curling around his fluffy paws in a quick and neat
fashion. What if they just- scramble away to another ThunderClan
cat without a word? What if they just ignore me? Stars, if only cats
understood that not all ShadowClan cats are jerks...