Round amber eyes. Glittering orbs surrounded by white-speckled fur that had once been cream-colored. Perfectly triangular ears and a symmetrical face. Long, silky pelt that shone with each movement. Long claws, now broken and dirty. He must have been handsome once. And a great warrior. But now he looks... ancient.
"Really?" Robinkit's excited meow made her focus on the story again. Cloudchaser huffed, annoyed that his naptime had been interrupted. Lionroar ignored his denmate and continued with the story. "Yes. After that, RaggedClan declared war on us. Many generations passed and traditions were lost, as well as many clanmates. Good cats lost their lives in the struggle to defend their Clan."
"And to think that it could all had been solved that night..." Snowkit whispered in a serious tone. Vineclaw prodded him with a paw, earning a squeal of delight from her brother. "You shouldn't be talking about things like that." The eldershe-cat meowed kindly. "Go outside and play."
Smokekit growled as Robinkit pounced on her, and the two of them went rolling out of the Elder's Den with Snowkit yowling behind them. None of the three kits noticed the harsh glare that Vineclaw shot Lionroar.