It was funny how fast one could go from center of stage to peering out of the shadows occasionally one could get. After he had stepped down a switch had flipped and he was gone, filled with nothing but guilt in shame. But to this day the brown feline didn't much regret it, he had been far too young and needed time to grow. But the only reason he had done it was because the tribe of endless hunting had beckoned him... or thats what he had been told. To this day he doubted his dream, it was stupid and childish... He had been such a dreamer when he was younger.
But he put all this past him awhile ago now, now he stayed within the tribe as a cave-guard lurking in the shadows. Rarely speaking, and most cats were nothing but a stranger to him.
But today he decides to stop sulking, the air was... warmer around the mountains. Warmer than usual, and he had full intent on enjoying it. The large tom ambles over to the exit of the cave before plopping down right outside of it and sprawling his limbs out lazily. Maybe someone would take note of his presence, that he was actually out and about... or perhaps not. If someone did approach him what would there even be to talk about? The sharptooth? Uh... what else?
He was so out of touch with his group, but maybe he'd put an end to that and make a change.
//sorry im sure this is repetitive i wrote this at like 1am gahh