Starstrike was currently in a predicament of sorts, to say the least on the subject. He was a young cat, and that tended to tie in with hyperactive as well. One thing he prided himself on was his perfectly uniform black coat, complimented by his white paws and a star like white spot between his eyes. He admitted he was a little vain, sure, but some of the other cats had taken it a little two far when they had tricked him into that bush where they had broken the sticky honeycomb pieces. His fur was now matted from the mess and leaves were sticking out in odds angles all over him now. He felt a pitiful growl tumble inside of him as he padded dejectedly through the woods,  stopping on the tree line with a glance around the two-leg homes nearby. He'd didn't want to be kittypet, he enjoyed his freedom to much, but he always liked to watch when he was feeling down. However, today he pause, front paw raised mid-step, as he caught site of three other cats. He had wondered a long way from his home, and he was a little confused now. He didn't recognize these three. He took a step back behind a tree, peeping around the tree.<br/>"Ha, I'm a peeping Tom," he joked to himself as he crouched, angling his ears to listen.