Ashenpaw was lounging in the shade on the outskirts of camp, his body leisurely stretched out. It was morning, right as the sun was rising, and he was tired beyond belief. All he really wanted to do was go back to his nest, but
no. He just
had to get because who knows why. He clicked his tongue in irritation, lifting a paw to rest his head on. The toms growling stomach brought his attention back to the real world, and he inwardly groaned as he noticed that the fresh kill pile was nearly empty, with only a few pitiful mice left. No sir, he was not going to eat that! For a moment, he debated going out hunting on his own, but the annoying calls coming from inside the warriors den interrupted his marvelous idea. Wow, what an idiot. It was barely even light out, and some mouse-brain was yowling loud enough for the whole clan to hear? Talk about stupid. Though...he did assume that going hunting would logically mean that he could scope out the best piece of prey, so he seriously debated tagging along. @
BreadTurtle (rose can bug him about going if you want haha)