Take Prey to Thee

[spike]

If you should ask then maybe they'd tell you what I would say [/i]

The warrior entered the elder's den with an air of anger floating around him. From his narrow jaws dangled a rabbit and a mouse. The rabbit was a rare catch and it definitely looked very fine for any meal. But for the warrior, it was not his to eat. It was the elders'. The golden tabby dropped it heavily and snorted at the sight of the still clear-eyed rabbit. It stared back at him, open mouthed with no air filling its lungs. He stared at its black pupils and felt his own eyes glass over with memories of those sweet, sweet seeds Earthfoot controled. A poppy seed was a beautiful thing!

True colors fly in blue and black

The senior warrior blinked away the feeling of yearning and stared up at the elders. He saw the only she-cat, Doveheart, first and gave a rough nudge to the prey he had set down before them. "Apprentices are busy," he said. His voice was hoarse, rough as if he had yelled all day yesterday until now it only gave a sound of claws on gravel. "I was told to deliver prey. Eat up."

Bruised silken sky and burning flag

Cricketwing had hardly noticed he had started shivering again. The lack of poppy seeds was causing him to tremble at every day. He hated wind because one soft breeze sent him into a trembling mass of fur and legs. One that did not know him would've assumed he was extremely cold all the time. But the truth was, his addiction was still out of control. Cricketwing's thoughts revolved around how to pester Sagepaw or Earthfoot into giving him a couple seeds. It was torture after all. Then an idea popped into his head. "Hey, hey, any of you need Earthfoot?" he squealed. "I-I can go fetch him! He and Sagepaw can help you." His glassy eyes were instantly bright at the idea. Maybe, just maybe, he could finally get his paws on some poppy seeds!

Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes [/size]

[Kitty]

From his nest beside the elders den's entrance, Volepelt always knew who came in. And at the moment, it happened to be the crazy Cricketwing. He lifted his head groggily, awoken from his cat nap. "Ah, hello, Cricketwing," he meowed, then realized that the warrior had something with him. Prey? Yes, prey it was indeed. The young elder wasn't all that hungry, but he crossed the den anyway and took a bite from the fresh-kill.

"Thanks for the prey, but I could've gotten it for us." Being an elder wasn't all that much fun, and Volepelt had retired early due to being weakened from greencough, only a couple moons ago. He was still perfectly capable of going across camp to the fresh-kill pile, and even on brief hunting trips. He just tired very easily. Greencough did this to me, he thought sadly. But there was no point in complaining about it, because that was in the past. You couldn't go back in time. Even if you could, how would you be able to change who the sickness decided to attack?

When the tom asked about going and fetching Earthfoot and Sagepaw, the tabby just shook his head. He was one of the healthier elders, and didn't have joint problems like them. Yet, at least. HE had no need to make their medicine cat and his young apprentice make the trip all the way over to the elders den just to check on him. No, if he needed something, he could go over there instead.

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

Start flames to burn out, start thinking out loud

He seemed to be sleeping in more and more. He didn't feel he had the energy to wake up as early as the warriors any longer and just wanted to rest. Eagleclaw hadn't retired long ago and was still getting used to the idea of being an elder. It was strange to get up and stay in his nest, to not get his own fresh-kill and watch patrols leave camp without him. If the Clan was so small they needed all the warriors they had. That was why he had stayed a warrior for so long but recently his body had become weaker and he knew he couldn't work forever. So he had to join the cats he never thought he'd be among.

Give me an ending then we'll stop pretending

The sound of something heavily dropping on the floor made him open his amber eyes. The scent of fresh-kill entered his nose and he lifted his head up, expecting an apprentice. But instead it was Cricketwing, a senior warrior who was actually much younger than him. Cricketwing was often crabby although he didn't know why. But he was grateful that he wouldn't have to strain to lift up his large body and get fresh-kill himself. "Thank you," he meowed and pulled the rabbit toward him.

If we stop pretending, we know where we're heading

Then he heard Cricketwing mention Earthfoot. Earthfoot, his son, the medicine cat. He felt the tiniest bit of pride when he remembered that, but it was gone within a second. That feeling had worn off a long time ago. He was an elder now, after all, and Earthfoot had became the medicine cat's apprentice long ago, now looking over ThunderClan on his own.

'Cause I said stop but I'm still spinning
They've said I've lost but I'm still winning

"I'm all right. My shoulder is hurting a little- oh, don't go and get him. I feel fine." Eagleclaw could see that Cricketwing would only use the opportunity to try to snatch some poppy seeds. Almost everyone in the Clan knew. He kept himself from rolling his eyes. Earthfoot was responsible and wouldn't give in to Cricketwing, although he was aware of some times when the medicine cat had slipped or not been paying attention. Maybe now that Sagepaw was there he would have some help guarding the store. Eagleclaw was so used to Cricketwing's antics by now that he wanted to laugh.

These words I couldn't say to you
I crack concrete falling down for you

((*Copies Spike* >> << I probably won't do the lyric thing much because my posts aren't always really long.))