As the oldest cat in the forest, Whitescar, of course, suffered from what every other elder her age had. Aching bones, loss of appetite at times, poor mental health, and the worse.... "Minnownose, that's it! I can't stay cooped up in camp anymore, so we're going on our own patrol," yowled the elder, storming past the deputy. With the recent Bloodclan attacks and raid, no one was really suppose to go out alone.
"Well? Keep up, why don't 'cha!" Any reasoning with the elder would be in vain, since she was in one of her infamous moods, of which others would dub as 'crazy cat elder.' Often Whitescar would even forget she was an elder, demanding to be sent on a hunting party (of which, her age would make her as graceful as a fish out of water) or on the worse occasion she would wander out, not returning for hours or days at worst. Often times she would be found passed out on a branch somewhere, sometimes on the border of Skyclan.