...Zeus...
He snorted, a look of contempt upon his face. "I can assure you, it definately won't be my body lying in the middle of the street." He muttered. His stormy, dark blue eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion. "I don't know, I think I know pretty darn well more than most idiotic furballs around here." He shot a glance at Squirell, curling his lip up in distaste. He was furious at Fish Bones for talking about how Zeus had been raised. Idiotic, no good, piece of junk! How dare he! Zeus had raised himself, his mother was a low life, a lying, filthy, dying piece of scum. And if Zeus ever came across her...well.....he slid his claws out at the thought.
Though his emotions were churning on the inside, his face only held the slightest trace of annoyance, and smugness, no fury. He had become an expert at hiding his thoughts. He gave a flick of his tail, turning his head to glance out at the street, listening for a moment. FInding all was clear and safe, he turned his attention back to FIsh Bons, a sneer on his face.
it's been a long time since I've been here. perhaps I'll stay awhile.