[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 449px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Nicolai had been here since sunrise, he would most likely stay here until the time came for his short migration with the milky white stone to the opposite corner of the camp to play with it in solitude, as he did every day, a strange event that pushed people away more than drew them near. He spent most of his days in solitude, undisturbed by his slightly unnerved clanmates, and though it was nice in many ways he was lonely, longed for company when in reality he was terrible in social situations and interaction make him feel ill. He was unsure as to what he was meant to do. Living like this, friendless, was bad but he couldn't just smile, speak normally, look people in the eye. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't and he didn't know why. There was nothing wrong with him, surely!
Presently, the little blue tabby was scrubbing his paws with a large flat leaf, dipping them in water and repeating the process. A soft aroma of pleasant scent was beginning to emanate from his body, namely his feet, curling in the air.