just a stroll -open-

[{ stormy ~!}]

Stormpelt
I have never felt so swell;;

Endless territory stretched out infront of him. His auburn eyes scanned aimlessly. All he was doing was stretching his legs and maybe if he was lucky he would find a herb he was low on. Come to think of it, he thought suddenly, I'm low on yarrow! Guess this walk wasn't totally pointless. With a little more spring in his step, he raised his head higher, twitched his stubby tail and dived into his search for the 'low' stocked herb. A small twinge of annoyance prickled at his pelt but he shook it off. Why should he e annoyed with Honeypaw when he hadn't even asked her to join him.

Tail flat to his bottom and his head not so high now, he sighed and decided this search was futile. Yarrow was one of his least favourite herbs to look for and right now, his urge to look for said herb was very low. Instead, he decided he would send Honeypaw out later to search for it. Guilt stabbed at him and he groaned. He really shouldn't use her like that. Stormpelt deflated a little more, but continued on his way. He really had no longing to get into camp again. It had been a while since he got out just walked around. And this was definitely was keeping him sane.

With a flick of his ear, he turned around and looked around for a spot of sun to lay in. A shiver ran up his spine and his lithe body quivered. Releasing another sigh, he glanced around until he found a spot that looked worthy of sun bathing in. Stormpelt studied it closely before plopping his body down in it. A goofy grin of contentment stretched across his maw and he let out a purr before rolling onto his back.