Broken [closed]

Smallbean fluffed his fur up against the morning's chill, although it was already fluffy from the misty air. Batsong had left the medicine den for whatever reason, probably to hunt for herbs. The deputy took this chance to visit his apprentice, although he hadn't really gotten the chance to do much besides attend his ceremony.

Poking his head into the medicine den, he spoke. "Hey, Vulturepaw... Are you awake?" His voice was hushed, but loud enough to be heard from where the apprentice lay. It pained Smallbean to see Vulturepaw this way, although it wasn't like he'd seen him any other way. Vulturepaw had been bedridden from a young age. He was cheated out of apprenticehood, all of his siblings had moved on without him. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was barely awake enough to realize it, though.

Slowly, he padded into the den, treading lightly. With a brief sigh, he sat down beside Vulturepaw's nest, resting his flank against the stony wall of the den. His gaze traveled from object to object, darting around the den and recounting all of the familiarities he remembered when he worked in this den, when he would sleep in these nests. Then his gaze landed on Vulturepaw, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest.