Rocky's boulder.

A large, muscular, stocky white, short-furred tom with brown tabby splashes evenly scattered across his pelt padded in this small clearing. A tall boulder, looking alot like a Highrock, towering above him. He stealthily hopped upon the boulder, his lean muscles rippling under his pelt. He finally got to rest, and he stretched his body across the rock, setting his head on his paws that hung just over the edge and glancing out at the horizon, he decided, in his mind, to make this boulder his home, his territory. As he had jumped upon the rock, he had smothered it with his musky scent.