Like he usually was, Riley was sitting somewhere in camp with his tail tightly coiled around his body. Seeing how tightly his tail was wrapped around him would probably make one wonder if that's cutting off his blood flow. Obviously it wasn't, because he hasn't gone unconscious from this self embrace. He hoped that no one would run up to him and hug him again; someone already did that once, and it was weird.
Riley needed to complete his weekly task, which was to get to know all of his Clanmates by the end of the week. Sighing softly, he glanced around for someone to talk to. Seeing Polaroidpaw somewhere, he decided to talk to her. She was also brand new, and why not talk to her anyway? Shrugging, he approached the mackerel tabby. "Hi," he meowed quietly, putting a small smile on his face.