[Tecumori]

Sharpclaw - He/Him
Agatha Kitty || Permanent Limp

Sharpclaw all but dragged himself from his nest. He hadn't left his den in moons, as such his amber eyes squinted against the harsh sunlight. It was about time he got off his ass and did something for the clan. Some battle training would suffice since he could no longer hunt as well as he used to... if he could even still fight that is.

Limping and wincing, he found himself a place to sit so that he wouldn't put too much strain on his scarred leg. Then, he tiredly drew his eyes up to face his clanmates, avoiding direct eye-contact whenever they glanced back. He couldn't bare to look at them. Not when he'd been such a lousy warrior and mentor lately.

--- Image credits go to SableSteel; Author of Clangen ---