It's so quiet(Open)

The tom pondered at what to do. He clawed at the trees, and slept in the soft grass, now what was he suppose to do? Smokey considered going home, but he liked being in the park. A lot of twolegs came here to wander like he did, and he enjoyed their pettings and leftovers a lot. The park wasn't like the ones back home, it was more barer and a lot of dogs would come with the twolegs. Wasn't a great place for Smokey, but this place was much better, the plant life here was more dense and it wasn't as control in the park, he couldn't put his paw on it. Smokey knew about the groups around about the cats. Around the main square, where he lived, are these cats who called themselves, "the court of Camelot". A fellow neighbor told him that they were just a bunch of kittypets playing in a make believe world. He said that the court has been alive for a long time, and that they weren't anything to worry about unless you cross them the wrong way. Smokey did not want to cross any cat the wrong way, he had just come to this place. He wanted the freedom to come and go as he pleased, so he hoped that the court would let him do it without any mishaps. 

Then the old coot talked other cats who are in the group outside in the woods. Smokey heard from a few others that they were cats who were in four groups and fought each other. Smokey didn't even believe what he heard about the cats, one of them being that they ate bones of the cats that they killed. Smokey snorted as he grumbled, "Ridiculous." Smokey heard footsteps behind him, as he moved to the side to see some twolegs dash by him like they usually do. Apparently twolegs like to run a lot from what he's seen in the park. He hopped back on the thunderpath and kept on walking, hoping that it would come back around to the main square. Smokey kept thinking about the groups. They did they find the need to come together? Was it because they were lonely, he would understand if that was it. But they fight each other, if they wanted to cut the middle cat out they couldn't they just group up into one clan and save the trouble? From the stories he's heard about both the court and the clan cats, they sounded like nothing but savages, dealing punishments on each other, believing in silly things, he sorta felt sorry for them.

But his thoughts came to a halt as he heard rustling in one of the bushes. Smokey's eyes widen in fear as he stared horrified. 'Wh-who's there?!" He hissed trying to sound intimidating, but he only sounded very scared. Smokey didn't want to stay as he made a quick run into one of the trees nearby, climbing to the lowest branch of it and staying there.

(OOC: Literally anyone can join this, though it would be logical of a Shadowclan cat or one from the court joins, seeing as how they're closer to the park.)