Post by Phoenix on Sept 1, 2013 19:18:09 GMT -5
Gustkit
It did not take him very long to find Goldenflower from his perch, and yellow-green eyes locked on the warrior by the apprentice’s den as he considered his options. Gustkit did not think that the other tom had noticed him yet, which gave him plenty of time to consider his next course of action and no pressure to act on it. Flopping down, he rested his head on his paws, tail tip flicking behind him as he stared at Goldenflower. Would the older feline be able to feel two small pinpricks in the back of his head from his steady look? Perhaps a sixth sense would have the light gold fur along his spine prickling in warning? Gustkit could generally tell when someone’s eyes were boring holes in the back of his head, but instead of letting the knowledge bother him, he basked in the attention.
Straightening slightly at the memory of the sensation, he preened himself, ducking his head to lick at his chest fur before casting another cursory glance around camp. This game was far more boring than he had thought it would have been. Even if his throne of choice was on the Hill Top, where he could have a view of camp unrivaled by any other, Gustkit was never one for sitting around. Admiration of anything that was not exciting, like scenery or the qualities and morals that those boring elders always preached, did not come naturally to him. He reveled in overcoming challenges and the attention that that success would bring him. It would be more of a challenge if he were to jump down this hill and march up to Goldenflower, which would instigate a chase that he would undoubtedly find far more interesting.
Perhaps he should do just that. Gustkit rose to his paws again, ears flicking, as he seriously considered that course of action. And then – where did he go? Alarm flickered through yellow-green eyes and suddenly he was alert, standing on the edge of the hill as he searched camp for his target once more.
- - -
It did not take him very long to find Goldenflower from his perch, and yellow-green eyes locked on the warrior by the apprentice’s den as he considered his options. Gustkit did not think that the other tom had noticed him yet, which gave him plenty of time to consider his next course of action and no pressure to act on it. Flopping down, he rested his head on his paws, tail tip flicking behind him as he stared at Goldenflower. Would the older feline be able to feel two small pinpricks in the back of his head from his steady look? Perhaps a sixth sense would have the light gold fur along his spine prickling in warning? Gustkit could generally tell when someone’s eyes were boring holes in the back of his head, but instead of letting the knowledge bother him, he basked in the attention.
Straightening slightly at the memory of the sensation, he preened himself, ducking his head to lick at his chest fur before casting another cursory glance around camp. This game was far more boring than he had thought it would have been. Even if his throne of choice was on the Hill Top, where he could have a view of camp unrivaled by any other, Gustkit was never one for sitting around. Admiration of anything that was not exciting, like scenery or the qualities and morals that those boring elders always preached, did not come naturally to him. He reveled in overcoming challenges and the attention that that success would bring him. It would be more of a challenge if he were to jump down this hill and march up to Goldenflower, which would instigate a chase that he would undoubtedly find far more interesting.
Perhaps he should do just that. Gustkit rose to his paws again, ears flicking, as he seriously considered that course of action. And then – where did he go? Alarm flickered through yellow-green eyes and suddenly he was alert, standing on the edge of the hill as he searched camp for his target once more.
- - -