[Barnabas]

@Dark Queen
Russetwind made his way out of the elders den, glancing around the clearing for another cat to talk to. The old tom walked slowly through the camp, his tail shaking from his age. Some cats wondered when he would croak, but he still had a lot of life still left in him. He couldn't possibly leave his grown up kits or the cats that looked up to him. Russetwind moved towards the fresh kill pile. The elder picked up a vole before plopping himself onto the ground to eat.