[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify;]Amber eyes flashing around the darkened rain forest, tiny droplets of water hitting the back of his neck, causing a small shiver to run up his spine every now and then. He wasn't scared or anything, but he knew that he was currently passing through the territory of a clan—one that he didn't belong to. The black-maned lion didn't mean any harm; it wasn't like he was trying to kill another feline or steal prey off the territory.
The subtle smell of the ocean breeze reached his nose, and hesitating, Battlehawk stopped in his track to take note of where he was. There were a few palm trees on the horizon, and narrowing his eyes, his vision suddenly rushed forward, the sight of a seemingly abandoned ship coming into view. "Oh boy, that must be where all those cats are," he murmured, shaking his head.