He smiled lightly at the she-cat's actions and slowly lowered himself to the ground once she padded away. Whatever they were looking for, he would be no help. So instead, the russet tom huddled in the crook of a tree root, laying his head on the ground and closing dull leafy eyes. To a passing cat, it would spots he were asleep, or dead, but under close inspection one could tell the harsh and labored yet softness of his breathing.
(XD that sounds so crazy. "HUSH. ONE OF THE TREES IS HUMMING AND I MUST FIND IT!")





