[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]the cinnamon abyssinian let his jaws open in the widest of yawns, only to clamp shut briefly after. licking his maw a few times with his rough, sandpaper like tongue, the skull rose to his paws with a heavy sigh. what is there to do today? nothing besides the usual; maybe sharven is around. the tom's always been a good chap, maybe he was free to chat. even plurixia, he didn't care who. he just wanted someone to talk to, anyone. a kit would make do as well, but quite honestly, a leader's company would be preferred.
amber eyes swept across the cavern before him, deciding where to head to.