Tyler walked along the territory of WillowClan, kicking stones as he trotted along. The gray tabby yawned, tipping his smoky head to one side as the WillowClan scent came flooding over to him, it was odd. He wasn't at all in his little cave home; and he even brought lunch for dear Allie. Allie, or Alligator, was his adopted daughter at home, in a small cave home a long while back from where he stood now. The usual, rainy scent was either different or the same; he couldn't tell, either. He couldn't even see if he was about to bump into a tree or not -- with his blindness, it was just impossible.
Yes, his name was Tyler, short for Reptile. He had a quite much odder name than Allie, and like his daughter, very much liked his nickname. Anyway, he was planning to change it soon enough, and hopefully that soon enough was when he came back. With the rabbit in his jaws, he had nothing too do but chew it, and anyway, he was hungry. However demanding and cross Allie may be, she wouldn't be here to scold her adopted father, and not would she be able to find him. This could be his, ah, vacation, from scolding and Allie with her princess-like personality. A vacation, yes.
"name, Tyler," the tabby started, his nonexistent gaze flickering from Gravitystar and to Birdy's random character. "Business, to - to. . ." he paused. He couldn't leave Allie at home, nor would he want to come back for a while. "May - may I stay here for a little bit?" Reptile breathed, tail curling over his paws. Al could handle. It was just a few days, he wouldn't stay so much as a moon. She could just stay in the den, at home, and there was a nice pile of food by her bed. Just laze off. But, still. . .