Don't get the impression {private}

#mangoism
Octavian knew the dangers the territory held. They made him want to go out into all the more. No, he wasn't one of those idiots who thought that terror was fun and they would never get hurt. It was the idea of getting hurt that was so exciting. Boredom was the young alabaster mammal's constant companion and danger meant some excitement. It meant that something was being shaken up.

He padding the more forested part of the territory. It had been a while since the cub had last gone there and he was relishing the thought of getting to know the feel of the land once more.

His dark eyes picked out the figure of Articpaw (?) lounging under a tree. He picked out her white fur, noted her blue eyes, and wondered if she was deaf. He had noticed that many blue eyed ivory furred felines had trouble hearing, although he didn't know why. Her stomach seemed rounded slightly, although it was hard to tell under her thick coat of fur. Her lips were moving, although from this distance he couldn't pick out what she was saying. There were frown creases above her eyes, the type gotten from either worrying or smiling. No laugh lines, though, so he would go with worried. And angry - she appeared to be very angry.

So, a likely deaf possibly pregnant cat who was upset. Even he knew that it wasn't a very good combo, yet he approached her, remaining silent, to find out if his deductions were correct.