[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]Alex wasn't particularly dependent on others. He'd lived alone for the majority of his life, save for the few friends (if they could even be called "friends") he'd had over the months. That being said, it was quite a shock when a nice old she-cat offered to share her food with him. He imagined the look he'd worn hurt her, with the way her ears flattened and her face fell. He had tried to deny her offer as politely as he could, but Alexander was no good with words.
To put it simply, he'd made an old woman sad and he had to get used to this whole "Clan" thing.
Alex spent the rest of the afternoon feeling like a douchebag. The burn had worn off after a while, enough so that he felt better enough to crawl out.of his hidey hole and be productive. Which was why he was crouched low, following a bird that was a third his size.
It was almost under his nose, he was so close. He lunged for it, paws outstretched, but he just so happened to be standing on a particularly slippery patch of grass. His back legs fell out from under him. He hardly moved an inch forward, landing on his stomach and smacking his chin painfully into the hard dirt.
"Aw," he said, looking awfully disappointed as the bird got away.