Whisper on the Wind (open)

Having taken a few moments to catch his breath, Tinylegs pushed himself up. It wasn't a surprise that the patrol had kept moving forward, and while a hint of loneliness clawed at him, he knew that hunting was more important than keeping track of his old pelt.

Following the trodden down path, the little legged elder hobbled onward till the sound of his clanmates grew closer and closer. Having caught up to them, from the looks on the apprentices' faces, it looked as though they'd been having a successful hunt thus far, which he found pride in. New-Leaf had just begun and already the clan was prospering. The clan would be eating good tonight, that was for sure.

Keeping his distance as to not disrupt or distract the patrol, Tinylegs plopped himself down where he was. It was odd not hunting or patrolling anymore, especially when he simply had to watch others do so, but with age came hindrances and even if he tried to, he wouldn't have been much help, that was for sure.