Getting Used to being an Elder... hurr

After her horrible accident on the Thunderpath, Heathersong had stayed in the medicine cat's den for a couple of moons. Slowly, her hind legs had healed, but not enough for her to run or move comfortably. Finally, she had been removed to the elder's den.

Honestly, the she-cat hated the idea of never running across the moor again, but maybe, just maybe, she would be able to. On this particular leaf-bare day, however, Heathersong had settled just outside the elder's den, laying on her side to soak up the weak rays of sunlight occasionally showing through the clouds.

Runningpaw padded in with a limp mouse hanging from her jaws. "Hungry?" Runningpaw mumbled through the fur of the mouse.

Woken from her dozing, Heathersong lifted her head to see Runningpaw.
"Oh, yes," she responded as her stomach growled. She hadn't realized she had forgotten to eat breakfast. "Thank you."

Runningpaw laid the mouse down at Heathersong's mouth. "Your Welcome. Do you need anything else?" She looked down at the she-cat's hind legs.

"No, it's alright," Heathersong mewed, pulling her front end up to reach the mouse. "Thank you so much." She began eating the mouse.

Runningpaw nodded and headed back out of the Elder's Den.