[lone]

Originally Posted by lacumaru

She stretched with a graceful wave of her tail, a yawn pulling her maw open wide. her claws dug deep into the ground below her and she sniffed once her eyes blinked open once more. Cherryfrost had been resting in the territory, but she had grown bored and was aching to annoy someone. Her ears perked, listening for someone nearby, but all she heard was the sound of wind whistling in her ears and her heart beating. Of course, she knew that she couldn't have been the only feline out in the territory, and with a sigh, she stood to begin walking around. Her paws pattered against the ground, a gentle tapping to her ears as she made her way on an expedition to find another Clanmate.
Cherryfrost contemplated going to the border between WindClan and RiverClan and defying all senses of logic. But she decided not to, as it'd use too much effort and she'd be washing the scent of fish from her nose for moons. Her whiskers wriggled, snout upturned as she stepped through the WindClan territory. Tail swishing high in the air, the narcissistic molly frowned her way toward the common hunting grounds. Of course, she didn't go into them. Why should she let others believe that she was actually getting her paws dirty? So, she sat down, yawned quite loudly, and began to groom her pristine pelt for the seventh time that day. A mangy maggot must have heard her. She didn't feel the need to waste her precious energy any further, so she simply waited. And as she waited, she laid down, and took a short beauty nap. For the third time that evening.

Running gave Daisyrunner a sense of freedom. Sure, she preferred to be doing something while she was running, but right now, she needed that freedom. She was afraid Blazingstar's death was going to come at a price for the Clan, and although Buttercupbreeze seemed like a good deputy, Daisyrunner wasn't so sure that she would be a good leader. They would find out soon enough. Daisyrunner only hoped that it wouldn't be too late for their Clan. Coming to a stop near (but not on) the usual hunting grounds, Daisyrunner was alerted to another presence by something poking out of the taller grasses.

Upon further inspection, she found it was another warrior, who appeared to be (much to Daisyrunner's disgust), asleep. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, after a few minutes of stunned silence. The very thought that any warrior would waste their time sleeping out here was infuriating. Running to clear their head, she could understand. Even taking a nice walk with a clanmate (although it seemed like a waste of time), she could understand. But sleeping? Not to mention, when there was still work to be done? It wasn't late evening, no warrior had business sleeping yet. This was something for kits, although Daisyrunner didn't understand why they would need so much rest, with their boundless energy.

"Get up. Who sleeps out here, anyway?" She asked. Bossing other cats around was an irritating habit of Daisyrunner's, and other cats either avoided or hated her for it. Every once in awhile she'd meet someone who didn't care; however, anyone who was sleeping out here instead of doing something was not someone Daisyrunner was going to be friends with. Ever.