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Dustwatcher

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'Hey anybody in this world
Can you talk to me awhile?'[/i][/center][/size]

Bright sunlight flooded over the treetops. Bathing the earth in golden warmth. Several clouds loomed in the distance, promising rain. Below the skyline, nestled deep in the moor land, a hidden camp was beginning to stir. Furred heads emerged from neatly crafted dens. Grass rustled, the territory springing to life as the sun roused sleeping felines from their slumber. The entrance expertly hidden along the perimeter quaked, the night guard returning from his post. As if a signal was given the milling cats began to form rank. Splitting into groups they vanished from the clearing. Each group off to do their own task for the day. Most were lean, some were bulky but all showed obvious signs of being wild born. With scarred bodies and graceful movements there was no denying the fact that they belonged here on the wild moors. The clearing had mostly cleared movement from a out of the way den gave away a very late riser.

The old badger set had long since been abandoned by it's black and white monstrous owners. The burrow had created the perfect, secluded, hollow. Upon close inspection one could see several downy rings tucked into the depression under one end. A pale brown, faded black striped tom's shaggy face lifted towards the light. His long legs stiffly creaking as he rose up from his nest. With one shaking paw set in front of the other the faded male limped out of the sheltered place. His sagging skin draped so loosely over bone, the many scars decorating his dull fur indicated his old age. His hind leg dragged slightly creating a small line across the dusty ground. This tom was an old fellow one of the oldest in his clan, an elder they called him. As he proceeded into the open his once proudly flaunting tail drooped. His mouth opening wide to reveal long yellow fangs. The yawn ended in a soft 'urk' noise. His round face shaking slowly side to side, sides heaving in a now silent cough. The large paws stilled, striped legs wobbling faintly. He had not the energy to continue. His joints sighed in protest as he folded down into an uncomfortable looking position. One read leg splayed out behind him the other tucked up underneath him he was tipped halfway to one side. He pulled his forelegs in idly licking the back of one thin paw as he settles fully. His head swings around to glance behind him. A long winded sigh breaking from between his lips, he hadn't made it nearly as far on this venture as even his last one.

Dustwatcher sprawled in the stunning sunlight. His pelt warmed beneath the relentless sky giant. His torn ears flicked in irritation ruffled tail sweeping across the ground as he grumbles. "It's going to rain and yet it's still hotter than heck!" Dustwatcher was known to be grumpy, staying true to form the elder 'harrumphs'. His body may show all the signs of old age but his sharp yellow eyes are that of a younger, spirited tom. He turns this gaze on his home now. Sweeping it across the camp in search of his clanmates. The camp was fairly empty triggering another long winded sigh from the old fellow. He was hungry, and thirsty. Just where were the apprentice's nowadays? "No good lazy lumps!" He mutters. His huge head lowering onto his paws the elder waits for some cat to wander past. He certainly wasn't going to fetch his own food not while someone else could do it for him! One of the oldest living cats in Lightningclan Dustwatcher deserved to be taken care of, or so he thinks at least.