[Native Willow]

After thanking the mouse for its sacrifice, he heads off. After walking for a bit, he finds a clearing and settles down to sun bathe. The sun is warm against his fur, and leaves his scars feeling a bit tingly. His thoughts wander to nothingness as he revels in the sun's rays.
As the white tom enjoys the sun, a few loose leaves fall around him. The undergrowth is calm, and the breeze soothing. Soon it will be dark, as the sky is turning a rose pink.