- Oct 21, 2024
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once upon a time, he was indeed useful to his clan. now he couldve continued, he could've pushed his luck, but his bones grew tired, his muzzle and toes had begun silvering, and his eyesight got worse- day by day. his right eye was completely useless, fur ripped from around the lilac sepias chocolate eye, cataracts revealing themselves as sunlight hit them, glinting through the brambles of the den.
it felt like yesterday, the chocolate queen was with him on a hunting patrol, had watched him pounce on an odd shaped rock, groaning in pain as teeth painfully dug into it. it was the sun in my eyes! he complained to his old friend, her soul leaving a painful gaping wound in his chest at the mere thought. and the fateful conversation sprung, a sigh escaping the male, agreeing his life spent in the elders den, where his old bones could rest, and his clan could care for him- as he had spent years doing for them.
but he had grown grumpier- especially since her death. her life was ripped away from thunderclan, by her own kin- claiming hold over them as if he was something. he scoffed, mumbling words under his breath. but something glinted in his gaze as an apprentice entered, a smaller feline with a jawful of clean moss. and his voice opened up. a sudden curiousity as he shuffled, the creaking in his bones uncomfortable. "dont you feel heldback, young man?" he asked, his voice rumbled, but loud. "in my days of a warrior, children started their training at mere three moons! they had nine months of dutiful training put forth before them." he remembered training his own, butterflywing- she was a strong warrior. suddenly, a paw slipped on- what, he couldn't tell, his gaze squinting as he watched the smaller feline tumbling forward, alarm ringing through the elder. "dear stars! are you okay?" he cood, his gaze rolling, before looking away. there was slight concern in his voice, but there was more concern in other elders, a gentle soul moving closer to try to help him up. "theres another three moons! we might as well start protecting you kids till youre a year old!" he rumbles.
birdsong flattened her ears. "Again, dustfang? Yesterday you complain that the suns going to further blind you, and now you complain about the young?"