good old fashioned lover boy {open}

[attr="class","sinnert"]Sunhigh shines beautifully into the Thunderclan clearing, heating the ground for dutiless cats to bask graciously in. Many Thunderclan cats are busy with their duties outside of camp, but it's hard to dent the population of such a large clan on a day like this,. Plenty of cats can be seen loitering around camp, running errands or catching up with clan members or simply enjoying the patches of sunlight that shine onto the dusty clearing.

One of those fellows, a fat looking, fluffy young cat lies basking in a splash of sunlight that peeks through the dense trees above. His wooly, pale spotted belly flap is exposed, rolling under his hind leg, and his eyes closed in what looks like utter bliss. The tom's ears are tugged back slightly against his head, blocking out the noise of the camp. His tail flickers only occasionally, at the tip, at the sharp squeal of a kit. He doesn't really mind, though; it feels like safe, like belonging, on a peaceful day in the clan camp. He'd choose the playful squeals of kits over the dense silence of being alone any day.

In all actuality, Larkholly was never getting any sleep. It's hard to sleep alone, even without the loud, relentless activity of kittens nearby. He knows this; it's more Brain Off time than a true naptime. But perhaps it's a little therapeutic, whether that's because of the comforting sounds of his clan members, or the simple merit of controlling his own dissociation, or some combination of the two. All he knows is he'll feel good when he "wakes up."

The kits are only getting louder, though, and it sounds like the cats are beginning to gather in a disorderly fashion. Sounds as if the time to share tongues is drawing near. He opens one big amber eye, but it doesn't look like the scattering of hungry, satisfied cats he expected. Instead, a few elders are telling stories to a vapid gathering of young and old warriors and their apprentices. Four of them in all, wide eyed--it must be a very good story, Larkholly thinks.

It hasn't been as long as he'd thought, the sun is still high in the sky. Maybe it's going to be one of those days. Hopefully it's not going to be one of those moons.

The tabby tom shifts himself around, slowly lifting to his paws. A rush of blood clouds his vision and heats his muscles, and for a few heartbeats he can't see anything at all as he stretches his back and forelegs in front of him. One, two, and he stretches his hind legs as well, ignoring the overwhelming dizziness in his head. He's used to dizziness; a little sleep inertia isn't a bother.

By the time he finishes another big stretch and yawn, his vision as mostly cleared. The big, youthful-looking warrior settles neatly onto his hind legs, looking considerably taller than his fur affords without looking like a silly teenager. His expression is blank, but he is at peace--my, it is a lovely day. Not as hot as it has been, but not cold, either. A gentle breeze ruffles his coat, and he squints his eyes pleasantly.

There are so many cats around, Larkholly feels a flutter in his chest. It'd be lovely to spend some time with his clan members after that little nap, even if it didn't last quite as long as it should have. If any of them are weirded out because he layed there for a few heartbeats and sat back up then, well, they're not worth talking to anyway. Anyway, his Thunderclan clan mates are good cats, and he doubts they'd care if he did.

Puffed up and with sugary energy practically radiating off of him, Larkholly probably looks pretty odd to someone who doesn't know him. He glances around the cats surrounding him--who to speak to, who to speak to? The young warrior makes his way over to another idle looking cat not far from his napping spot, brimming with affectionate energy and wearing a big goofy smile accross his maw. What a disgustingly sweet little cat.

"Sunhigh is lovely today," comes a soft, cheerful mew, and Larkholly leans forward to touch noses with the other cat in greeting. He'll spare them the headrub this time; after all, suddenly invading another cat's personal space without asking can be very uncomfortable, especially with the big tabby's stature.

[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]oh, love
ooh, lover boy