Fried Fish Anyone? (requirement) [open]

Fang had snuck into sunningrocks. Plain and simple, but this time he wasn't hungry and this was the best place in the world to sun your fur. He knew a trick or too from his own brain how to get past the Righteous Few, which to him wasn't really a few dead cat's at all, but a bunch of stuck up fur-balls who were too stubborn to leave the living cats. He snorted and layed down, basking in the high-noon's sun to soak up the rays. Most of the time, a clan cat wasn't here, but hopefully this would be one of his lucky days.