[Gusty]

[this is open to anyone or it just might be me who knows. I just wanna bump this up so that it isn’t the last category in the DS threads]

Halite was never a good tom for social interaction, really; it was never his strong suit. He’d prefer the quiet- prefer the thinking, the sweet solitude of just him and the bird chirps throughout the camp. Of course, being a Commander required social skills, and he acquired some throughout his mews on the gathering mound. Talking in front of a crowd of felines required more patience and energy than one might think, even if the ceremonies did last approximately ten minutes. Also, not to mention the fact that Halite often shouted orders to other lesser felines- power must’ve gotten into him, hmm.

The light-gray pelted tom rested in his moss bed, fresh due to the trainees that changed it. His head rested in his paws ever-so-slightly, almost of exhaustion. I should take a nap, he thought to himself, rather snappishly.

The tom licked at the diamond-like patch on his chest, smoothing the fur down. It was peaceful outside, with warm sunny rays trickling into the Dusk Sundicate clearing, making everything look as if it’s been cast under a yellow filter.