He had gone by many names and titles in his time, some grander than the last. He had called many places his home for however fleeting he inhabited the space. But there was a calm tranquility to the Fallclan lifestyle that had the small tom rather lackadaisical in a way he had never been before. Eager to spin with the breeze and chase shadows without a care in the world. No thought towards keeping an eye on the internal struggles that faced any group of large number.

For where, in the past, the tom might have keep an ear out for any hints of discourse and whispered encouraging whispers to dissenting fractions just to watch the chaos he now lounged in the sun and rolled in the dirt. He knew he could never truly leave his nature behind like he often left his past, for it was deeply rooted into himself. But for now he was content to play at being a changed cat.

Perhaps he should change his name again to reflect this, go back to going by his birth name perhaps instead of Le Petit Volontaire. Humming to himself he began to turn it over with a serious consideration before he let out a string of curses as one of his paws slipped into a hole causing him to overbalance and crash to the earth.