skipping out on life [invite/twilight, riku]

Night had been told by Fangstar that he was to hunt for the elders he had been learning pointers on how to fish from Fangstar. He always felt like Fangstar and Lion-nose was hiding something from him but he always dismissed it as his imagination. He had no idea yet what the leader was planning on doing with him but the leader always told him that to eat he had to contribute to the clan. He never took anything lightly and wasn't the kind of tom to understand jokes so he was worried that if he didn't do what was asked of him that he would starve. He was a rogue that he stumbled across Riverclan territory with no memories except for what his name was.

The rogue had no idea that he had kin in Riverclan. He had kits in Riverclan but he had no idea that he had kits in Riverclan. He had never even set paw in the nursery and wouldn't even no who his kits was since he had no memory of their mother. Fangstar had already guessed that he was the father of his grandchildren Barkkit and Hollykit. He had no idea that the mate he had no memory of was dead. Fangstar hadn't told him that he had kits in the clan or that he had originally had a mate so he assumed that he had never loved anyone. Flicking his ears back and forth he walked out of camp knowing that Fangstar had probably already told Lion-nose what he would have to do today. He was better fed and more rested then he had been when he had first come into the clan and the medicine cat hadn't figured out how to get his memory back. He hoped he got his memory back though because he didn't like walking around with no memory.

The black tom headed towards the river and remembered how scared of the water he had been when he had first come to the Riverclan camp. He had only been scared of the water because he had almost drowned to death but he hadn't. After learning how much the river meant to Riverclan he had stopped fearing the river and had instead come to admire the river. He hadn't know that the river was Riverclans main source of prey when he had first come but after he had he had stopped fearing the river. He knew that he had almost lost his life to the river but he still wondered how he could have ever feared the river. He still really didn't know how to swim but Fangstar said if he could prove loyalty to the clan that there was a chance that he might be able to join and only after he joined would he be taught to join.

Being with Riverclan intrigued him and he didn't want to leave. The tom reached the river and was about to start fishing when he saw Quailnose sound asleep on one of the rocks in the water. He didn't know much about clan live but he knew that the clan leader and deputy probably wouldn't appreciate a clan mate slacking off. He had seen the warrior run out of camp before him and had assumed that he was going out with a patrol since Lion-nose was sending out patrols when he had left. Narrowing his eyes Night leapt towards the stone that Quailnose was on but landed badly and started to slide off the stone. He managed to catch himself from falling all the way off so that only his hindlegs dangled over the rock. Taking a deep breath he pulled himself back onto the stone.

Once he was on the stone he started poking the other tom. "He wake up," he meowed in his usual blunt mew. Again he was frowning he hadn't smiled since coming to Riverclan even though he was happy. Fangstar had actually snapped at him the other day that the frown was driving him crazy and that he should try smiling.

The tabby was dreaming so deeply, he hadn't heard his new Clanmate's approach. Even the scrabbling sounds of Night attempting to keep his hold on the boulder had fallen upon deaf ears. As if to show this, the warrior let out a dopey chuckle and twitched in his slumber.

Prodding was felt, making Quailnose whine and burrow his face under one large paw. Snuggling closer to the heavenly warmth of the stone beneath him, the warrior purred contentedly. He was dead to the world enough not to budge to such an attempt, until a growl and loud, booming words jolted him out of dream land.

Gone were the birds and bees, and his plentiful piles of food. The lazy tom was no longer in a fragrant field of daisies, but faced with a furious looking deputy. However, that did not prove to make him flinch one bit. He instead graced the ginger cat with a serene half smile. "'Mornin' to you too."

He did have enough sense, it seemed, to sit up and groom his sleep-mussed fur into place. Quail's undeniably handsome face warmed at the sight of Night as well. The smile widened into a fond grin. That grin didn't dare falter a bit, even as Lion-nose's words continued to flow. Then, with a thick layer of friendly sarcasm, he replied.

"Ya see, I wasn't there for that. Mr. Deputy, I was out here getting in touch with nature before my hunt. A hunter needs to bulk up on strength before his pursuit after all." the comment was a light one, definitely joking. As he spoke, Quailnose reached a rear leg up to get a good scratch at an itch that'd popped up. Yawning lazily, his lithe form slipped off the boulder, tail moving to trail across Lion's nose teasingly. "Luckily enough, I'm rearing to go now. You two wanna join me? I've been dyin' for some fun." his yellow eyes glowed at the pair, anticipation in their depths.