Jasperpelt sat in the clearing, the black furred tom's yellow hues looking pleasant and friendly as usual. There was a certain amount of guard in them, however...due to unpleasant events happening in the past, Jasperpelt had learned the hard way that not everyone is to be trusted. And not everyone has the best intentions. Still, he continued to hold a certain amount of trust for most cats. He would continue to be friendly...and, if he dared admit it to himself, a little awkward, until someone were to tell him otherwise. Jasperpelt was a cat who wanted to please his clanmates.
If they were to tell him he was being loud, annoying, or too friendly...he would change himself to meet their needs. Jasperpelt loved putting others ahead of him. He practically lived for it, always wanting to help out when he could. Sometimes it seemed to him as though he were too friendly for his own good. And other times, Jasperpelt got an immense sense of joy out of watching the pleasure he could get from other cats by being friendly to them. Jasperpelt scanned the clearing, looking for someone who could use company. Perhaps someone who was not quite social, like himself, or someone who was very social. Either one would work for him. And honestly, any cat in his mind could be a friend. No matter what they might say to him, Jasperpelt knew that everyone secretly wanted to be accepted and cared for. It might be considered a flaw, but if it were, the warrior did not consider it to be a very great one. To him, it was better to love and lose then to never love anything or anyone. The tom sighed, stretching out as his spine curved into a backwards arch and then getting to his paws. Perhaps he would approach any of these cats. Maybe.