[Doom]

@fenic!

Dawn slowly puzzled its way into the sky, chasing away the dark night colors as the grey sky turned orange. Cats of the Dusk Syndicate scurried into their dens and they took the signal that their night time rave was over. As for Renn, he took this signal as a perfect time to meet up with Lucifren. Padding just outside camp, the Commander took a seat in a shady area and began to groom his sleek black fur. He proposed an important to question toward Just Luci a couple nights ago - although it was pretty obvious the Fighter was more than willing to become a Guard. And that was pleasing. Renn purred as the morning light spilled onto the forest floor and over his pelt. There were no clouds last night; therefore the sun came early. The black oriental decided to lay out onto his belly, flexing his claws as he reached out into a satisfying stretch. His tongue curled into a yawn while he spoke to himself. "Stupid mornings...they make me drowsy."
Once comfortable, Renn decided to think about his recent 'friend' that he'd made. Lucifren has oddly made a positive influence on Renn. He loved being around them for some reason. Normally the Commander would care less about who he "likes" and "dislikes", but recently he'd noticed a slight change in his attitude toward Just Luci. Did he...fancy them? Renn's large pink ears drew back in disbelief. No way. Perhaps he just shares a comforting connection between them - like a really good friendship? It was still hard to believe, though. Hard to believe that it was just a good friendship. Lucifren asked him an odd question during their dinner. It was about love. Why would they ask him about such a thing? Were they having feelings? Was Renn having feelings? Everything seemed a little too far-fetched to mark fact. Why did this even bother him?
Renn became uncomfortable. Usually he wouldn't mind going into deep detail about things, but this topic was ridiculous; load of badger droppings. Trying to push the thought away, the Commander lifted his head to try and spot Luci. Were they even coming? The sun is rising. Maybe Renn kept his hopes up too high. He frowned in disappointment and then slowly licked his backside, trying to fix those last few spots of unflattened fur. They'll come. They got to...right?