[justify]A small tom kit sat in the bar, eyes scanning over the notebook in front of him. Aside from songs, Trevor would occasionally write down whatever in the world was going through his mind at a certain moment in time. As of late, the thoughts he had written down were about a clanmate, someone that he knew he was starting to have feelings for. Antipaw, one of the sweetest people on the planet in Trevor's opinion.
However, there was no way the young tom would say anything to them, he'd rather preserve the growing friendship he had with Anti. With those thoughts in mind, he closed the notebook and with great care, placed it on a shelf where various drinks were usually kept. Leaping down from the bar stool, Trevor went off in search of his clanmate.[/justify]