The strange elder [open]

The blind tom lazed just outside the elders' den. He'd been in this camp for a while now, but few cats had bothered to talk to him. He wasn't that upset; they'd just make dumb remarks about his ruined sight or his rogue-smell. Being a coward might have once sounded terrible, but in reality it had won him a more comfortable life in a Clan and daily feeding, something he'd not had for a while. He wasn't exactly 'in' the Clan, but he was fairly close and typically treated in a neutral manner. That was all he was really interested in. That and that she-cat that ripped out his eyes. The day was lovely, if a little on the chilly side. Miles was really craving a vole at the moment, but he wouldn't make a fool of himself by trying to find the pile that held all of the kill that the Clan cats collected. He'd been given an 'honorary' title of elder, and that meant that some young cat would bring him something to eat at any moment. Miles was indignant at the title of elder, though, because he really wasn't nearly as old as the two other elders that shared the tree trunk that was their den.

Waking from her nap Fawnwillow stretched before padding out of the Warriors den for her grooming. Sitting in a patch of sunshine near the "elder" She grew brave enough to sneak glances of the former rouge between licks.

Echostrike padded in from a hunting patrol, but noticed Miles hadn't even gotten a meal yet. Those stupid apprentices, not even doing their duties. She brought the shrew she had over to him, and dropped it in front of the blind tom. "There, food. How's Specklefur." she avoided the topic of him, since he always seemed so cocky.

Minnowpaw had just returned from hunting and brought a plump vole over to the elders dens to feed them when she noticed that Echostrike was already there. Setting down the vole she dipped her head to the warriors. "Good morning Echostrike, Fawnwillow. How are you today Miles? Do you need anything?" The gentle silver tabby meowed and sat next to Miles and curled her tail around her paws.

He stretched a paw out to draw the shrew closer to him. "Fine, I guess." He answered Echostrike. "Maybe you should ask her because I can't even say a word to her. But I was doing well, in case you were wondering. Feelin' good except for this infernal pain in my eyes; would be great if they didn't have claw marks through them." He added with a teasing smirk. Miles' tail curled when a young voice asked him how he was. He hadn't even realized that there was a third cat somewhere nearby until the apprentice addressed them. Fawnwillow. Echostrike. Specklefur. These cats have some strange names. He briefly entertained the thought of having his own Clan name before answering the apprentice. "I'm all good, now that I have a meal." Nosing the shrew to get his bearings, he started eating it with the sound of bones crunching ringing in his ears.