bounding through the forest, osirus clawed every little thing that got in his way. was he annoyed? no, that was an understatement. he was furious. measly little felines can't deal with some fright? pitiful. so, so pitiful. his tail lashed and he stopped under a dark tree, crouching down. thorn-sharp claws tore at the ground below as he mumbled nonsensical insults about the others. mindless, dirty pieces of mouse dung. i couldn't care less about if they jumped off a cliff. growling lowly, osirus rolled onto his side. they better be gone soon. with that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.