Post by Nightshade☆ on Sept 8, 2014 20:01:55 GMT -5
The elderly tom limped towards the border. His shoulders ached from walking so much. He had not done this in many moons. In the ending years of being a warrior he spent many of his days hunting near camp. The clan seemed to understand his ability was not as it once was. He seemed to have forgotten his ability to move.
Nightshade let out a pant as he collapsed onto his side. He laid his head against the ground. His eyes slowly closed as he tried to gain his breath. He may or not forgotten his way home. His paws began to ache as he tried catching his breath. Being old sucked.
Nightshade let out a pant as he collapsed onto his side. He laid his head against the ground. His eyes slowly closed as he tried to gain his breath. He may or not forgotten his way home. His paws began to ache as he tried catching his breath. Being old sucked.
