[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]The tomcat had not been fairing very well as of recent. Not because he felt ill, or he missed HitherClan, or it was stressful being a high position. No, he was just so sick of The Exiles. One life taken wasn't just three words. It was someone with a family, hopes, and dreams, stripped of everything that they wanted. And yet they all just passed it off a game, as a joke. How long could one go before being deemed below monster status?
There was a word for what he had been experiencing. Loathing. The thought of the word "exiles" put him on edge, as if he wanted to snap. Of course, Voletail would avoid doing that to retain his calm demeanor, but on the inside, a wicked brew was stirring.
He had spent the past thirty minutes doing nothing but laying in a tree, silent and still. Things like that usually calmed him down, and in this case, it had worked. Mostly. Voletail still wanted to rip their eyes out and feed them to each other, but he was keeping his mind off of it. No, instead he was just picturing everyone that had meant so much to him. It put him right to ease.