Leafeye yawned as she rested in the Warrior Den.
Time had caught up with her, and soon she would move in with the elders. This she knew, but tried
her hardest not to show it to the others. She was too proud. Leafeye had been an excellent hunter but
her vision was starting to get blurry. Like fog had started covering her eyes.
She sighed as she thought, "I will leave nothing when I die, no legacy, no friends".
Leafeye had a litter once, two tiny kits, both dead at birth.
And now she was too old. "Like a withering flower" she thought.
She looked towards the entrance, the snowstorm was still raging outside.
"Tomorrow I will join the elders, I think" she decided.