Call Me a Sadist (open)

[►Lavenderfang]

Lavenderfang sat off by himself, looking bored. RoseClan had arrived first with PineClan just behind and StoneClan dragging in last. Really, these Gatherings were just boring and a waste of his time. The large tom would much rather be home and sleeping rather than listen to the leaders gossip. Sure, it was necessary for the leaders, but did anyone else have to go? Lavenderfang didn't see any reason for them to be there.

I wonder why Onyxstar chose me to go along anyway...she knows quite well I wouldn't hesitate to fight one of these idiots if they said something annoying.

Settled on his haunches, odd lavender blue eyes narrowed, the tom watched his surroundings with boredom. No excitement ever quite occurred at these fancy little meetings anyhow. All the cats did was chatter, the noise of so many cats loud and headache inducing.

I want someone to speak with....maybe I can find myself an apprentice to make squirm or possibly cry. That'd be pretty amusing. All I have to do is steer clear of Hollyhock...the short-stack loves to ruin my fun.

Casually scanning the growing crowd for his deputy, Lavenderfang was a tad surprised not to see his enemy anywhere in his line of sight. Usually, the nosy tom wasn't too far and kept an eye on him. Of course he understood why. Lavenderfang would think the deputy a fool to trust that he wouldn't do anything against Clan law without close scrutiny....not that the constant supervision quite kept him out of trouble anyhow. The reddish brown tom loved to piss others off just to see their reaction and maybe end up in a tussle of some sort. The feeling of beating those weaker was a thrill that Lavenderfang had come to love. The wails and snivels of his victims always sent a tingle of pleasure up his spine.

He probably thinks me a sadist...hmm..wait, maybe I am one...

At the thought of being a sadist, Lavenderfang gave a low chuckle then scanned his surroundings for a victim to keep him entertained. Females usually ended up crying and making a bunch of noise, so Lavenderfang steered clear of them unless he was feeling patient or desperate. Neither were a common thing, so the tom mostly enjoyed torturing fellow toms. Besides,being a male himself, he knew pretty well what made a tom-cat tick and that made it all the more delicious. Maybe this time around wouldn't be so bad...if he could find someone without the shorty deputy intervening anyway.