Fawnsneeze had been a warrior long enough. He wasn't able to handle things as well as before, and his body was slowing down with creaks and greying fur. That was fine, he'd respectfully requested retirement and taken his place inside the elder's den. It was nice, simply relaxing after so many seasons of hard work.
Was it wrong to say he felt he deserved such a moment?
That he deserved to rest?
He hoped not. He hoped it wasn't selfish of him to be enjoying this time of not having to work. The time of lazing in his den, of chatting to the young cats about things long gone.
And, of course, being able to take it easy. Not have to have every sense perked at all moments.
The old tom strode towards the entrance of camp lazily, a small - signature - sneeze escaping him.
"Ah..." pausing he turned his head to gaze back at the other cats.
"Anyone wanna join this old - achoo! - fool for a walk today?"