A hopping Bunny (open)

Bunnykit hopped around camp like her namesake. She looked around for someone to play with. She was bored and needed someone to play with.

The sharp jut of Shrikepaw's chin was perched on the jagged crest of the Tallrock, his lanky forelimbs hanging heavily off of the edge of the looming stone. On the open expanse of the moorland, it was practically impossible to escape the breeze- a complication that was practically unbearable during the coolest days of the various seasons. Even during the warmth of Newleaf the breeze could often be fairly unpleasant, so it wasn't that uncommon to find the various members of WindClan clinging to the Tallrock in hopes of siphoning off precious warmth.

The golden light of the late afternoon sun sparked sharply against the mottled mess of Shrikepaw's coat, bathing the black-and-white tom in varying hues of vibrant reds and golds that stuck out sorely against the dreary grey of camp. A singular amber eye opened a fraction at the faint sound of scuffling paws hurrying by, nose wrinkling as he blearily observed the young she-kit scampering around- evidently in search of something to do. After spending the majority of his already lackluster morning out making the rounds alongside Heronfeather and Rimefang, and enduring their awkward flirting, all he wanted was the ability to indulge in a little peace and quiet without fear of some nosy kit getting into trouble. Jaws splitting into a surprisingly wide yawn, the long-furred tom reluctantly tried to force away the lingering drowsiness in his system.

"You know," Shrikepaw eventually rumbles out, "Your pawsteps are so loud, I think they can probably hear you all the way in SkyClan's territory."