Basil/Male/Crush open/KIt/
Basil was famished, postively starved. His paws dragged on the rough, cold stone from pure exhaustion. His pupils were small, indicating he was dangerously relaxed from tiredness. This was not good, because well, He was in the middle of freaking no where without his parents.
He yawned, sheathing his claws in and out as he streatched to get some of his muscle control back. The tom's claws made an unnerving sound against the stone. The sun dripped from between a crevice of two large rocks, rays projecting onto his back. It felt nice. The warmth on his fur soothed his aching bones.
He soildered on, weaving between slippery edges of rock and trotting in fear whenever he heard a noise. Eventually, he saw a patch of... what...
"N-...Nests!"
A... what, a cat? His pupils dilated and he chirped with happiness. He walked ever closer to the clearing of sand, hiding behind jagged rocks almost comedically badly. He worked his way towards the back of one of the dens, and breathed in. Maybe... nice cats? Or... at least somewhere to rest. And maybe steal food from.
He peaked out from the rock he was so poorly using as cover, Basil's eyes found... looked what looked like... an organized.. camp?
Dang, somebody had too much free time.
"Um."
He cleared his throat.
"Anybody looking for a free small kit with very good uh..."
He struggled to find a positive trait to sale himself with.
"Moral... support?" He winced.