A/N: A remembering elder.
Elders
He lies in the shade, letting the young, frolicking apprentices take the ticks off his back, dozing away the rest of his tired, weakened life. Sometimes, he will remember snapshots of the time he chased a fox, or the time he won a battle, or caught his first rabbit, though these thoughts are drifting as he grows older with each day. As the medicine cat brings them herbs for stiff joints, he eats them obediently, knowing that sooner or later, they will be wasted when they find him dead. It's not a shocking thought. He knows it will happen eventually.