A small smoke gray pelt sat on the edge of the den - away from every one else.... It was what seemed best. after all anyone her got close to was murdered right? Why get friends? in-fact why try and get a mentor when they would only be killed like every one else. The biggest thing he feared, friends. He knew he had to get at least one, besides that.. Maybe even one day a mate? Heck he was thinking to far ahead... shaking his head he scolded him self 'wolfpaw, you haven't even got a friend why think about a mate? Dont be such a mouse brain'
His white paws shifted awkwardly, he looked down 'what the? why am i blushing?!' he begged desperately. He dare not lift his blue/gray eyes just in case he caught someones gaze. flicking his ears trying to act normal he was desperate that no one had seen him blushing over nothing.
