.T.hinking.

[The Voice Within]

Windsong lay awake in the Elders Den with his head on his paws. He was still pretty young and fit, but he had come down with a terrible illness on the trip there. He had lost all use in his left hind leg. Windsong had been leader at the time. But his silver muzzle was proof of his age. With a few more moons, he might had become an elder anyway. But that wasn't why he lay there deep in thought that night. He was thinking about something much more importent to him. Coyotesong. Coyotesong was his mate who, unfortunatly, belonged to another clan. He had been think alot about the retired queen lately. It wasn't long ago that she too had become an elder, feeling most of her strength as a youth drained after the journey. It was also true that she-cats who had had kits become elders before toms and she-cats whom had never had kits. And now Windsong had a lot of time to think. And most of the time he spent thinking about Coyotesong. He wished so badly that she could be there with him. It felt too lonely in the big den. He was the only elder in WindClan. He wished more then anything that his mate could be lying beside him, living the last of their years together. But he didn't see how it could happen. He let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and fell into a restless sleep.