[elaif]

:*: Vulture'fang:*:

As the tom continued to dwell on his musing, a sensation of being watched overcame him. Twitching one of his ragged ears, Vulture'fang slowly turned his attention to the spectator. His vision rested what seemed to be a highly annoyed tom. Now, he wasn't A genius or anything.. But he could tell that nasty look was being shot at him. This made him feel to ways, Highly annoyed and proud. First off the sense of annoyance remained present due to the fact that he had predicted this very situation. But he was also proud that he had ruined this cats day by just simply sitting here. In his book that was an accomplishment.
At this moment he had a few options, one he could either sulk about this behavior, two he could simply ignore, or three further entice this fool. Vulture'fang felt the urge to choose the middle option, buuuuuuuuut where was the fun in that? And being the chatter mag that he was, he chose the later.
With smirk the tom reeled around and moved towards the other cat. His gaze held a wicked intent that he didn't even try to mask.
"Whats with the long face, pal?" He countered once he had reached the other toms side. Vulture'fang plopped down next to him, not caring if he was invading the others personal space.
// @FredTheFrog \\