It is often known that many judge others by their looks, deciding what they are like based on appearance alone with no consideration as to what lay within them. The role your mind makes up and places on them before you've even made the effort to approach, it's a wonder that many who look as though they are cold and unfriendly find it hard to form friendship. It is a problem known all to well by Crownedstag. Standing tall, his bulky build and dull eyes give off just the appearance many strive to avoid. At first glance it would not seem the white and brown tom is of the friendly type, but that is where you would be wrong, he may be big and even look a little mean but Crownedstag is far from those things.

The burly tom cat lay in a sunny spot in the clearing, a spot he often found himself as it was in perfect view of the whole camp and he could watch as his clanmates moved about and worked to achieve their goals and duties for the day. Crownedstag had never been unfriendly, but it still remained many chose to pass him by and he knew why, he knew what others saw when their eyes met his and honestly he couldn't entirely blame them. Sadness at the thought still crept its way through his heart though, if he had been born less rough looking perhaps he wouldn't face these problems. "Maybe I would be able to make more friends." His thoughts became words, quiet but still audible to any cat who may be close enough.