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T he older tom was more than ready for the warm weather to finally end. Of course, he didn't like the bitter cold either, but Leaf-fall was a relief for the tom, especially with his obnoxiously long fur. Today seemed like it was going to be a good day, though. The clouds covered the worst of the sun and the air was a little lighter than usual. Even though the sun was highest in the sky, he didn't feel the need to lounge in the shade and move as little as possible, therefore, that was a plus! Spiderbite had spent the majority of his time lounging, but finally, he rose to his paws and shook out his long fur. He noticed that it was in dyer need to groom, but he begrudgingly pushed that off, figuring instead that he should go to the water for a bit. The black and white tom sighed as he pushed his way around, pulling himself out of the den and making his way toward the pond. When he got there he held back a snort of frustration at the popping and settling of his bones and muscles as he bent down to lap at the water. He missed the days where he felt like he could run forever and never need a break. Nowadays he felt like he constantly needed to lay down. When he was up and moving his body seemed to yell at him, joint pains sending him to the medicine cat for ointments and seeds more than he was out in the territory catching prey. It was more than a little frustrating to the older cat. Spiderbite sighed as the cool water moved through his body and giving him some sort of comfort throughout his bones. As he rose from the pond, he took a few steps back, trying to find a comfortable spot to relax before he would go off on patrol or something. The tom found a spot a few paces away from the water and circled a bit before he laid down, resting his head on his paws and gazed at the murky water. The days seemed longer than ever and he had to admit, at least to himself, that the lack of company made them drag on. Still, he would never say that out loud. He had been alone his whole life, that didn't need to change now just cause he was older.  He simply stared off into some sort of space, allowing his amber eyes to close as he milked up the sun, letting the bit of light soak into his dark, matted fur. 443 williams

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The day's heat was not letting up, Briarthroat noted with a sad sigh. He wanted to be free of the heat. Working with Newtstripe to make the camp more comfortable was a delight, but now his shoulders ached and he wanted to rest. The warrior thought about lying around the camp, finding a shady spot to be in, but the idea had no appeal. Instead, a spot of the territory pinged his interest. Briarthroat imagined cats were already there, at the pond, but they could easily share the space without running into each other. He lumbered to the pond, the heat sitting squarely on his shoulders now.

The forest though, had a nice breeze going through the leaves. He always felt calmer in the forest, and appreciated it's canopies and security. Other clans appreciated the open skies, made them closer to Starclan they claimed, but Briarthroat knew their starry ancestors loved all clans, no matter what nature was in their way. At the ponds, Briarthroat noticed an older warrior. He smiled, glad to see his idea was being used by someone else. It appeared to be Spiderbite, he realized. The tom was probably aching in the heat, much like he was. Age was creeping into his bones. 

"Hello Spiderbite," He called, padding closer. "Would you like some company?"

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