Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 13:00:18 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, I'm killing poor Sootfoot. Let's just say he got a few scratched from the MidnightClan and TalonClan battle. They got infected and so now they're killing Sootfoot.
Word Count: I'm not counting.
Muse: Same as always!
The grey, dirty tom wheezed and coughed as he laid on his just made bedding. His eyes were drooping and he fought to stay awake. The sun up high shined into the elders den but Sootfoot enjoyed none of it. He could hear the delightful squeals of kits and the scurrying of cats moving about. The only elder was often lonely because there was no other elder. MidnightClan had only one elder and that was him, Sootfoot. The forever scarred elder struggled to stand up. He limped weakly to the entrance of the den. No cat had noticed new scratches appear on the grey pelt of Sootfoot. They looked a little like scars and Sootfoot had plenty of those. They had gotten infected. Sootfoot had already realized that (due to his experience), but it was too late. There was nothing he could do except wait. Wait for it's effect to come. Sootfoot had yet to tell any else cat. Why would he? but now, now, maybe it might not be such a bad idea to tell somecat. Particularly the medicine cats. but other cats would do. Sootfoot exited the elders den, looking tired and worn out, a sight most cats were not use to seeing. Tired yes, worn out, not so much. He limped in the middle of the clearing and collapsed.
Word Count: I'm not counting.
Muse: Same as always!
The grey, dirty tom wheezed and coughed as he laid on his just made bedding. His eyes were drooping and he fought to stay awake. The sun up high shined into the elders den but Sootfoot enjoyed none of it. He could hear the delightful squeals of kits and the scurrying of cats moving about. The only elder was often lonely because there was no other elder. MidnightClan had only one elder and that was him, Sootfoot. The forever scarred elder struggled to stand up. He limped weakly to the entrance of the den. No cat had noticed new scratches appear on the grey pelt of Sootfoot. They looked a little like scars and Sootfoot had plenty of those. They had gotten infected. Sootfoot had already realized that (due to his experience), but it was too late. There was nothing he could do except wait. Wait for it's effect to come. Sootfoot had yet to tell any else cat. Why would he? but now, now, maybe it might not be such a bad idea to tell somecat. Particularly the medicine cats. but other cats would do. Sootfoot exited the elders den, looking tired and worn out, a sight most cats were not use to seeing. Tired yes, worn out, not so much. He limped in the middle of the clearing and collapsed.
