anticipation

Gynesta could feel her claws digging into the tire that she had curled up in. She was almost too high up. The cats who gathered around looked small to her from where she was, but she could still make out their faces and hear what most of them were saying. She could hear the anticipation in their voices.
Her attention was drawn to Old Deutoronomy. She hoped that he wouldnt see her. Maybe he would think she was horrible for not participating. She lowered herself down a bit more into the old tire, still staring down at the crowd that grew bigger and bigger.