That someone happened to be a leopard shape shifter by the name of Nathaniel, or as most knew him, Snowpaw. He was slouched over a rock in the sunshine in full hybrid form laziness. He was looking as much of a dead weight as he could and the sun was shining down on him to heat his sprinkled fur. It was spring after all. He was simply basking in the light and heat of spring after a cold winter. His silver eyes were half closed in contentment, the hybrid enjoying every once of attention the sun gave him.
He felt like being last, after all, that was what cats were good at. And indeed, since Nathaniel was part cat, he could technically be lazy. In reality, Snowpaw wasn't that lazy, each day he would go out an hunt and sometimes he would come back without the promised prey. Not that he had a family to care for, he doubted anyone except another big cat shapre shifter would really want to be with him in the first place. He hadn't found mrs Snowpaw yet and it didn't bother him for now.
Hearing something landing not too far from him, he opened his eyes in a half interested motion, taking in the picture the other offered.
