A tall, handsome Savannah cat made his way into the clearing, tail swishing back and forth in a fairly obnoxious way. Because that was just the type of cat Servalspots was - obnoxious. That was one word to describe him, anyways. A smirk graced his maw as he settled down, his long, pointed ears swiveling in all directions to catch different parts of the conversation. The confident feline had never really been one to ask permission before offering his input, but this morning was different. This morning he had a mission in mind. Didn't he always, though? Amber hues scanned the clearing, as the large tom settled down into a half-laying position, that smirk still on his maw. After a while of staring at him, it could get infuriating... but Servalspots wouldn't care. He never had cared, and he never would care. Because after all, what was a few stares?
For him, he liked to be stared at. Or at least he very much didn't mind it. Attention was good. The tom began to purr, for no reason in particular... but it was a pretty day, if not a little warm, and he was wanting to annoy the cats around him. Not so they would move away, necessarily. He just didn't really care whether they were bothered or not. If they were, it wouldn't matter to him. And if they weren't? Well, that mattered even less. The tom's 'no care,' annoying attitude had landed him some death wishes, he was sure. But if they wanted to carry those out? They'd have to catch him first.
And, Servalspots, being... well... as far as he knew, half Clan, probably some WindClan somewhere in his bloodline, he was prepared to run like the wind. Or stand and fight. Either one could be considered a coward's move, depending on how he fought... though that would probably be the one he would pick. Because the tom had never been one for getting himself out of danger. Reckless... that might be a good way to describe it. Yeah. Reckless and irresponsible.