An Old Man Can Still Do Tricks [Open]

Moorbite wasn't feeling good. Mintheart wasn't either. He felt a strange tugging, a tiredness he hadn't felt even in his old and ancient age. This had to stop, he had to put a stop to it. The old bag of bones heaved himself up, chuckling to himself. "Oh WindClan! Oh ShadowClan!" He beconed in a cheerful call. The skinny tom strutted his stuff around the make shift camps, drawing in a crowd to watch his performance. "Come one, come all! To the greatest trick master the moors and swamps had ever seen!" He bellowed in a shaky breath in front of a large tumble of boulders.