a chestnut tabby tom trotted towards the seastones, his bulky tail swishing against the ground. he turned his amber gaze towards his fellow windclan felines, nose twitching with thought. small pawsteps were taken as to bring himself closer to the gathering. his breath was slow, ears flicking calmly while he searched for someone to talk to.
the tom, by the name of nightwhisper, sat within the bustling cats around him and awaited the approach of another feline. his tail flicked as it curled around his frozen frame, a quiet sigh released from his open maw. nightwhisper spun his head slowly, scanning the gathering. he observed the chatting cats around him, paws carefully kneading the ground. it was a way of concentration, he told himself, whenever he was lost within his thoughts he subconsciously began to knead to ground.
he itched to run from the seastones and explore the area, spine tingling and paws twitching. night mumbled to himself, an incoherent form of words bumbling from his throat. he looked around once more, breathing growing heavier, yet still soft. the chestnut tom flattened his ears and began to count his heartbeats as they pounded by, unaware of the tension between thunderclan and his own.