Bracken- He/Him, 36 moons old, Ex-Thunderclan. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Bracken had been exiled... Thunderclan had no use for him. Bracken had been on his own for a total of 4 days now. Simply walking through wherever he could. Currently he was in one of the few fields he could find. He had noticed that prey occasionally would be seen around here. Nothing to write home about only small rodents and tiny birds. Nothing that could fill Bracken's belly. But it was food. Bracken could no longer afford to be picky. However, Despite him knowing he needed to eat. He didn't really feel like it. The once lively orange globes felt empty. Used to the orange eyes looked like they saw into the very soul of whoever he looked at however, now... now the once Hornet of Thunderclan's eyes looked vacant. Looked distant, and depression had taken hold. Bracken's stomach would protest his lack of food when he heard a crow nearby. However the cat refused to move. Bracken was now truly alone... Sure inside Thunderclan he didn't have what one would consider friends but at least he was apart of something greater. Now... now Bracken had no one. His home... the place he spent so much time dedicated to gone. Bracken would lay his head down in the grass and blankly stare out. His long fur was unkempt wasn't matted yet but certainly didn't seem to look good. @
olliebones
Oh the irony.. (P)
