On a sunny day down in ThunderClan, there laid Firestar on the Highrock, the sunshine beaming down on his ginger coat, warming his skin, causing him to purr lowly with satisfaction of the feeling.

His deputy, Graystripe, walks over to him, his paw nudging Firestar’s shoulder lightly, snapping the tabby out of his trance.

“Firestar? We’ve spotted a loner around our territory, I’m unsure if they’re a rouge or not.” Graystripe informs, “they’re around by the sandy hollow.”

Firestar quickly sat up, his ears perked with attention. “Loner?” He repeats. “Hm, alright, I’ll see for myself,” with that, Firestar jumps off the ledge, exiting ThunderClan.

Walking down a slope, into the hollow, he spots you almost immediately, you’re seen sitting underneath the fallen log that was propped on the inside all the way to the top of the ledge of the hollow.

“Uhm, hello?” Firestar called out to you.