[ti]Private[/ti]Waste of Space

[silverfang218]

Fattail was taking up one of the nice sunny spots in camp; the dark furred warrior is all splayed out on his back, allowing his pelt to soak up all the sun’s weak leafbare rays. The slender warrior squirms a bit as he has a big doofy grin on his face from whatever dream he’s having. For most warriors, a good dream would consist of chasing and catching a big, juicy mouse or rabbit, but that’s probably not the case for lazy old Fattail. Who knows what he’s dreaming about.

Of course, Fattail should be working right now. Hunting would be useful, yet here he is. Being real useful taking up space.

[americanfacepalm]

Loonflight came back into camp with a sour look on his face, having hunted with little to show for it. Grumbling to himself, he noticed Fattail laying there lazily, taking up space, prey, and precious warm sunlight. He gave a glowering look as he approached, not very happy since leafbare was proving almost as difficult as it had back in the mountains.

"Fattail! What are you doing? There are kits to feed, elders to tend to, and nests to repair! Why do you think you can just sit there and bask? Have you earned your time off thanks to seasons of service in your Clan? No! So get off your rear end and do something!"

[silverfang218]

Fattail tends to be a little slow to wake up; his ears perk up and his eyes slide open as Loonflight angrily awakens him, but the grin remains on his face for a few moments as his mind remains in his dream. As his consciousness slowly returns, however, Fattail’s grin quickly fades.

“Good morning to you too, Loonflight.” Fattail mumbles, saying something else under his breath as well- likely something with some grumpy sarcasm- but it’s inaudible. Fattail slowly rolls from his back to his stomach, looking up at the older warrior with pure annoyance in his eyes. He does not, however, make any move to leave his warm spot and scramble to do what the other warrior wants. The spot is just too warm for Fattail to give it up without protest. He’s also not quite fully awake yet, so he’s not ready to hop right up anyways.

[americanfacepalm]

There were grumbles, mumbles, and bumbles; all were impossible to make out on account of his squished muzzle and thick fur, however, it was likely not too hard to figure out that he was still complaining and rambling. Honestly, he should have been in the elders' den himself, but he always liked to say, 'If Mothstar can lead, I can serve my Clan!'

Fattail was still in his spot, but at least he was not totally asleep anymore. That, in and of itself, was a victory in his eyes. The real challenge, though, would be getting him to move and be productive. "How long have you been here, wasting time?"

[silverfang218]

Yeah, good luck with that. Fattail blinks up at the older warrior as he tucks his paws underneath him, looking for the most comfortable position while still being able to see the disruption to his nap. “I dunno.” Fatty shrugs, time having little value to the dark tom when he’s having naptime and sweet dreams. “Sleeping isn’t wasting time.” He yawns, anxious to go back to sleep… though he’s beginning to realize that this disturbance isn’t going away.

“I’d like to return to ‘wasting time’ if you don’t mind, Loonflight.” Fattail’s words might be taken as sarcastic or commanding, but his tone says otherwise. He asks in an almost polite way; he doesn’t mean it in a mean way, merely asking Loon to allow him to go back to existing in peace.

[americanfacepalm]

Loonflight looked indignant at the response he received. "You don't know? Have... have you even gotten up at all today?" he asked, completely boggled in the mind. How could any one cat be so LAZY? These younger cats knew nothing of Clan values, it seemed to him.

"Hmph, I suppose I can't stop you from doing it," he said, sounding distinctly offended. But he did not want to keep pressing Fattail. It would be wasting his own time if he did so. Speaking of which, the hunt earlier had left him rather winded and tired due to his age. He decided to go get something to eat, somehow ending up by Fattail once more-- likely to watch him carefully.

[silverfang218]

Fattail shrugs again. His answer, of course, is no he hadn’t really gotten up today except to move to the very spot he is currently occupying, but he hadn’t bothered to get anything to eat. He doesn’t really need to eat much if he doesn’t do anything and if he doesn’t do anything then he obviously isn’t bring back prey making it seem like he doesn’t deserve to eat much. A win-win, am I right?

He tilts his head down, a sad excuse for a silent apology at the older warrior’s offended tone, but his gaze follows the warrior as he… ends up once again near Fatty. The younger tom rolls onto his side, awake enough now to continue talking if the other cat wants to continue scolding him but also willing to simply doze if the conversation is over. Either is good with him.