The Clearing was the perfect place for the newly named Smokestorm to 'hang out.' He loved sitting around doing, well, close to nothing... just being on his own most of the time. So why, then, did Smokestorm seem so tired during the day? He was absolutely exhausted, to be honest. At 15 moons of age and with a thick pelt, the young tom tended to get overheated during the day. Though technically his age had nothing to do with that. It was the weather, mostly. This was his second green-leaf, and he wasn't loving it. Last time he had been oh, four moons old and his had hated it then too. Wolfglare had been helping him with his hunting, despite both of them being warriors, because to be honest... Smokestorm felt as though he shouldn't really be a warrior. He wasn't good at hunting. Nor fighting. Though, when it came down to it, fighting was a stronger point for him then hunting was. And yet he would do anything to avoid a fight. No matter what the cost might be. Now, Smokestorm had met quite a few cats through his apprentice moons. Some were gone now, like Crimsonmoon and Firepaw. And others? They were still there. His family, Morningpaw... at least the tom had been Morningpaw the last time they had talked, but Smokestorm felt as though he had seen the cat at his ceremony... and there was Leopardpaw, another friendly apprentice. And Ivythorn. Ivythorn was a cat he hadn't seen in quite some time. To be honest, Smokestorm missed her, and found himself looking around for the multi-colored feline even while he was resting now.