—— 🎕 Streaks of sun had just begun to break through the heavy gray blanket of dawn overheard, settling on RiverClan's vast stretches of marshland and setting the landscape alight. He had responsibilities, of course, like any warrior. But when one had shirked their duties as many times as he had these past few weeks, what more harm could another day of lounging possibly do? It was his new routine, to wake early and then to wander the territory as he pleased, perhaps catching a fish or two by evening, if only so he would not return from a day of absence completely empty-pawed. But for now, it was the call of Sunningrocks and sunlit meditation which beckoned him above all else.
But the promise of a solitary morning was soon broken when he arrived at the sprawl of boulders only to see an unfamiliar she-cat laying recumbant over them, her tumbling fur almost glowing, such a picture of careless, luxurious relaxation that he had to wonder if she was being purposefully provocative. He didn't need to have noticed her scent to know that she could only be ThunderClan.
He had been a poor warrior lately, that was true. But his mind was as devoted to clan politics as any deputy, and he could never pass up some sort of intrigue in that regard. Not motivated by anger, but perhaps a sort of righteous curiosity, he strode towards the ginger molly. His golden gaze narrowed and a grin twitched the corner of his mouth, delighting in the chance to send the young warrior scurrying back to her camp. "Hello there, ThunderClanner," he intoned, one ivory claw idly tracing circles on the rock she was spread over. "You're a little ways away from your own territory, aren't you?"