[rubberRatroom]

Mousefoot grumbled as she laid in her nest. She hadn't stretched in a while or moved much at all. Part of her wondered if that was what was causing her legs to hurt. Or it was her old age, which she continually got annoyed by. It wasn't the greatest, but at least kits always came to you for stories. Mousefoot's mind wandered to a different place. She thought about when she would join the ranks of StarClan, and all of her friends that she would meet again. With this putting her at ease, she laid her head down on the soft moss nest. A faint snoring could be heard as her flank cautiously rose and fell.