[Captain]

@CandyFlossCat

The very next morning, as warm orange sunlight crept through the trees and onto the spacious clearing that belonged to Thunderclan, a tall figure emerged from one of the dens, raising his head as he blinked up at the sky for a moment in silence as his tail swept back and forth behind him. Flintheart had not gotten much sleep last night and this morning, an aching headache seemed to linger in the area between his eyes, making the older warrior feel not the best, but this did not make him feel the need to stay in his nest all day. Despite the 180 switch that his mood and personality had done since yesterday, the mentor knew that he had a responsibility to take care of - but in the back of his mind, he wondered, what was even the point anymore? He shook his head solemnly, paying no attention to his clanmates as he stepped back him, his tail dragging on the ground behind him through the loose dirt as he headed over to the fresh-kill pile, halting in front of the stash for a moment and looking down at the various prey that laid before him. His stomach growled, urging the male to take something, but his mind, on the other paw, told him not to. Of course, he listened to the thoughts in his mind rather than the grumbling in his stomach as he turned on his paws and stalked across the clearing once more, sitting down in the shade of a tree that rested on the edge of the clearing. Flintheart’s mouth felt dry and his mind just a dull blur now, he did not move an inch, only a blink occurring on the warrior’s face to indicate that he was a living creature and not some frozen statue. He silently waited, and waited, and waited some more for his apprentice to show up for their next lesson. Flintheart’s gaze rested on the ground between his paws as the friendly morning chatter of the cats around him did not register in his brain. He did not care for this anymore, just doing what he did every single day, without any change.