[Puddle~]

@wolfnight

Yawning, Sycamorerain poked his head up from a rock in the clearing, his white and grey pelt soaking still up the sunlight. Lately, he figured he'd been taking too many naps. He wasn't being told to do anything, yet he still felt as though he ought to make himself useful and do something for the clan, or at the very least, socialize with some of his clanmates. He gave his fur a quick groom before standing up and stretching out his legs. Pacing around the clearing, he debated about whether he should go out hunting on his own, or just find someone to talk to. He chose the latter, spotting a ginger she-cat sitting alone on the outer edge of the clearing. It was Mossheart. He had never exactly spoken to the warrior, and she seemed quite alone sitting by herself, so he decided it might be in his best interest to talk to her. Padding over, he sat down. "Hello, Mossheart," he mewed, softly. "You seemed kind of lonely over here, so I supposed I might as well drop by."