Post by fluttertorn on Jun 15, 2010 18:09:54 GMT -5
[bg=lightblue]the mornings dew was cold beneath his paws and he felt the recurring urge to shake the small droplets away. he was no riverclan cat and hated water as much as the next windclan creature. just as he hated having the covering of trees. he twitched his tail back and forth as he continued to walk along the moorland of windclan. he twitched his white whiskers; wondering if someone would happen along him; or if he would be alone again today. oh well; he didn't really care. he was slowly approaching his elderly moons, for his eye sight was becoming worse and his hearing far worse. he intended to hold out for one last fight; then he would approach adderstar with the idea of retirement in his head. the elderly brute continued along his silent trail as he slowed; taking a look around him. he twitched his pink nose against his calico pelt and laid down; limbs stiff from the morning moisture that clung to his pelt.