08-26-2018, 10:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby frowned at his father's reassurances, sensing an emotion he couldn't quite place a name to. Hesitation? Uncertainty? Apprehension? Selby couldn't decide, but he knew he didn't like it on his father. Still, he came closer at Crow's beckoning, sitting down and pressing his body into his father's side. He didn't know why he had felt the impulse to do this. To comfort? To get comfort?
Attempting to push aside his nervousness, he wrapped his tail around his body as neatly as he could. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to stay still. It was as though the racing of his thoughts needed some physical outlet.
Sensing somebody approaching, he pulled his attention from his tail to the outside world. Selby looked at the approaching cat and audibly gasped. He was reminded of his sister when looking at her pink pelt. He thought perhaps that all animals around here looked strange in some way and he felt awfully plain. His own black tabby fur, while perhaps not being common among normal cats, was not pink and did not have flowers falling from it. Though, now that he really got to thinking about it, would he really want flowers falling from his pelt? Selby imagined bees would be attracted to it, and his last encounter with a bee had not ended in his favor. Not that he had cried or anything.
Suddenly, he realized with a jolt that she had said something and that he had missed it while being focused on himself. He looked sheepishly up at Crow, waiting for him to say something.
Attempting to push aside his nervousness, he wrapped his tail around his body as neatly as he could. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to stay still. It was as though the racing of his thoughts needed some physical outlet.
Sensing somebody approaching, he pulled his attention from his tail to the outside world. Selby looked at the approaching cat and audibly gasped. He was reminded of his sister when looking at her pink pelt. He thought perhaps that all animals around here looked strange in some way and he felt awfully plain. His own black tabby fur, while perhaps not being common among normal cats, was not pink and did not have flowers falling from it. Though, now that he really got to thinking about it, would he really want flowers falling from his pelt? Selby imagined bees would be attracted to it, and his last encounter with a bee had not ended in his favor. Not that he had cried or anything.
Suddenly, he realized with a jolt that she had said something and that he had missed it while being focused on himself. He looked sheepishly up at Crow, waiting for him to say something.