Surprise, surprise. Can you guess who was out of camp, yet again? Nighttimepaw wasn't keen on staying in camp through an entire day anytime soon. She needed space away from the constantly alert eyes of her clanmates, but she also needed to clear her mind. Her thoughts, every one of them, were stuck on Harpytalon, and it was driving her crazy. There was just something about the tom that she couldn't shake. Some feeling that she didn't understand lingering in the back of her head. That she had never felt before. She was wondering somewhere near Snakerocks, her whiskers twitching as a lizard scuttled across her path. Her eyes instinctively averted up towards the rock where she saw the sleeping form of Harpytalon. No doubt about it, that was him. Before she could even think of stopping herself, she was shaking her head and walking up the rock, her muscles tensed. Was Harpytalon some kind of psycho, sleeping on Snakerocks where it was quite likely that he would be bitten, even in the season of leaf-bare. "Hey, Harpytalon!" She called out when she was close enough.