Pink tongue skims over her incisors as olive optics surveys her surroundings, quietly deciding if she wanted to quench her thirst, or succumb to slumber yet again. Truly a dividing subject and as Cherrypaw mulled over her options (You won't be thirsty was a good choice, although You need your rest sounded very inviting) she felt the tempting pull of ignoring her parched throat: it could be a problem for later, she figured. Alas, she rose and skirted out of the apprentice den, out of camp, and into the familiar plains in the quest of cooling off before getting dehydrated (although she was a long ways from it). Once she returned to her nest however, she would reward herself with a nap. That much she deserved.
No, not deserved, she hardly did anything besides tasks and train: desired was the best word for it. Cherrypaw was an idle feline whose highlight of her day was a nap — her mother, Morningcloud, figured that she never got enough sleep as a kit, which led to her sluggishness as an apprentice. Whenever she did bring it up, Cherry would respond that she wouldn't be like this as a warrior, which her mother seriously doubted. It was odd as to how much energy Cherry contained (a bubbly thing untainted by reality just yet) and yet she chose to spend her days sleeping. There wasn't a problem — Cherry knew when to wake up, was always cheery and could focus her bundled energy on other things — but it was a deadly vice of hers, as it also became part of her personality.
"Maybe I'll see something interesting out here," she muttered to herself through a half-yawn. "Like a frog! Those are cool!" The plump tortoiseshell and white she-cat finally came across a short stream where silver minnows swam and the waters were clear; maybe she could splash around and make her thoughts coherent afterwards. She then crouched and lapped up the water, a cool rush down her throat, satisfied in her choice instead of sleeping for once.