Old Habits (open)

Stormwatcher no longer had an apprentice. Stonepaw was all grown up now and was stoneheart.

That was great news for him. It meant no more early mornings of work and training with so much to keep him busy.


Now he finally had free time again and the tom quickly found himself slipping back into his old habits.

These habits mainly consisted of:
-snoozing around camp wherever sunny spots were
-munching on lots of snacks that other warriors were kind enough to go hunt for him
-Doing as little chores as possible
-Signing up for no extra hunts or patrols at ALL
-Generally being a slob and not taking good care of himself

His fur was messy, ungroomed and icky all sticking out from bed head effect from all his wonderful naps.

Right now he had found a very enjoyable spot to snooze. It was in a corner of camp so it was nice and quiet and out of the way. The sun was beating down on it which was perfect! and best of all it was mainly out of view from anyone who might think that his time would be better spent on some patrol or something like that.

The only thing that would alert others of his presence at all was the snoring that was currently going on.

There were few things in life that gave Spottedfrog any particular sense of joy anymore. She enjoyed patrols. She enjoyed hunting. And she really, really enjoyed relaxing in silence, alone. There were a few spots in the camp where the black and white she-cat liked to lounge, and which one she chose at any particular time depended on where the sun was. This time of day, there was one spot, secluded, quiet, that she really enjoyed... except today, when she meandered over, she was dismayed and annoyed to see someone else in her spot.

Stormwatcher. Greasy, messy, lazy Stormwatcher... dead asleep in one of her favorite spots. The elder warrior wrinkled her nose, eyes narrowing on him. When was the last time she'd seen him volunteer for a patrol? Or leave the camp at all? She couldn't remember. And now he had the audacity, the absolute gall, to take up one of the best lounging spots in the entire camp? Spottedfrog growled an annoyed growl and stomped forward, lashing out with a paw none-too-gently to swat him on the head. "Wake up, mousebrain! Don't you have a patrol or something to do?"

Storm felt an immense amount of dread as pawsteps sounded closer and closer. A nagging vocie was poking at him sooon after about patrols and blah blah blah. Lifting a lazy eye he glanced upward at the senior warrior. With a big yawn he rolled over trying to tune her out the best he could. "huh?? 5 more minutes"

"No, not five more minutes," Spottedfrog snapped, whacking him between the ears again. "Birdstar says you're to get up and go on the next patrol." Now... that wasn't necessarily true... since Spottedfrog hadn't heard the leader say any such thing, but Stormwatcher didn't know that, and she hoped he wasn't harebrained enough to disregard a supposed direct order... but that he was harebrained enough to do it without asking too many questions.

Besides, this tom was lazy, and even Spottedfrog had noticed that. She could count on one paw the amount of times she'd seen him voluntarily participate in a patrol. It was about time he got up and did something worthwhile.

Stormwatcher complained when he got hit between the ears owww go away he batted lazily back at her pawing at her gently.

But at the mention of Birdstar he sat up more eyes actually opening more. uhhe?? she did?? he yawned.

shoot!... Wolfblossom was usually the one who bugged him about this kinda stuff but the high rank sisters musta teamed up on this one cause now bird was on his case about being more of a help around camp too.

He yawned again stretching.

"ok ok im up im up he purred as he glanced over to spottedfrog.

"I guess I should let you lead the way" he offered the more experienced and senior warrior.