Falcon was annoyed by this tom, but there was no doubt he was a Gary Stu. Shiloh stood perfectly, with his tail curled around him, as he often did. His heavy coat of fur billowing and floating even without a wind, and this time of year it hung in a scruff that made him look especially cobby. His fur was perfectly groomed, but for one matted part and the sky had cleared so the shimmering stars made his back and tail shimmer. Despite being a long haired cat, he had this knack for lying down and getting up, then thirty seconds later his fur settled and he looked like he had been groomed, not sitting down and matting it. Though his fur was wonderfully soft, it was also quite dry. When he sat down, his scruff enveloped and dwarfed his paws, making them look like knobs. In the darkness, his eyes glowed a brilliant red.