Wise Words (open)

Hollykit's black pelt wandered around the camp aimlessly, searching for something to do in her boredom. Even as she was bored she felt a sense of pride within her for her clan, values that her clanmates passed onto her. From their elders, then becoming her elders. It was everyone's destiny to die or to become an elder, Hollykit could easily understand that. What she did not understand is the reasons for everything, or why anyone would choose to do something that was against the code and choose not to go to starclan.

There was a passion in her heart that she didn't understand, and so she followed her own recollection. Padding towards the elders den, she halted in front of it; getting nervous last minute at the thought of intruding on them.

Carpsplash found himself in a perpetually half-lidded state. Creaky old bones demanded his shift uncomfortably in his nest despite the occasional urge to stretch out and lounge about the camp. There was no denying that his elderly state was catching up to him with each passing moon. Perhaps is was circumstances like this that kept him clinging onto life, a whisker thin and ailing beliefs that maybe his presence could contribute something to the outlandish circumstances his clan face time and time again. But he was tired. And there was no doubt that the old tom deserved rest.

Hrmph.

He settled further into the attempted restful state. If it weren't for his inability to fully drift into sleep, something robbed by the occupation of Asylum cats, he might have missed Hollykit. Just through the reeds he caught a sliver of movement. Such a small stature betrayed the newcomers age. Carpsplash sighed and failed to raise his head as his eyes flickered upwards. Kits were always a comfort, even in times like these. The tail-less and silvered tabby parted his maw just enough to call out a gruff invitation, "Well, come on in, don't stand out there all day, kit. You'll catch greencough. Might even freeze your tail off like me." A flicker of a smile crossed his maw at the idea. Maybe later he'd tell her that he'd simply been born without one.