[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Voletail was up to just about nothing. He had not realized how boring his life was until everything finally slowed back down. About six moons ago, a boring day would have been an exciting day. Not long ago, it was actually an oddity to see joiners. Of course, that had been HitherClan, and not SylvanClan, so he supposed things had to be different.
He was laying in the camp clearing, feeling the warm sun beat down on him. It had not been the warmest recently, but at least the sun was out and shining. For green-leaf, the deputy had noticed that it was far cooler than it often was. At least it wasn't extremely hot - that would make it impossible to hunt, or just do anything, for that matter.
As he often did when he was alone and up to nothing, Voletail was thinking about various things. Mainly, his granddaughter, Kestrelpaw, who had gone missing. No one had really paid attention to that little tidbit in the meeting, besides him and his grandson. What was she up to? Was she still alive, or had she been taken by the Exiles? So many questions, and yet he knew he would not be able to answer any of them unless he got to see her again, dead or alive. Oh, how he already missed the red tabby.