Think of Me... Fondly. [Open]

Loachkit, after moons of barely being able to breathe as the runt of the litter, was finally well enough to leave the Medicine Cat Den. Scraggly, stunted and looking like a particularly animated moss-ball, he felt more like a crinkled piece of grass than ever. Everyone that he had known in the nursery had grown up, had kits or died, but here he was, not even an apprentice. What was he meant to do now?

With a deep sigh, he shook of his self-pity and stretched out his muscles, one by one. If nothing, he was well rested. Now if only he could find a warrior or his father to pester, it was high time for an apprentice ceremony. But for now, he was content to find out what had been going on, what was the gossip? Had any of his siblings lived? How did his father become Leader?