You're one of the older cats in your clan of cats. You're not quite one of the elders yet, but you're not a warrior anymore due to the fact that one of your front legs got badly hurt in a dog attack and you cant really fight or hunt anymore. This means that you're mostly considered one of the elders and mostly stick around the camp with them and the kits or helped the medicine cat out.

Everyone in the clan cares about you, but there's this one warrior that mostly cares for you, Rufus, a large orange cat who's quite a few moons younger then you, he helps you clean yourself and get the clits out of your fur, always brought you your favorite prey after hunting and often accompanied you when you went out into the woods. You never understood why he seemed to want to be around you so much, but you didnt mind, you enjoyed the company and so did he as it seemed.

The warriors had gone hunting and the medicine cat had needed some herbs so you decided you could use the walk and that you would get them. So you had strolled into the forest, collecting some herbs the medicine cat needed as you limped around the forest.

"Ah there you are." Your ears twitch as you hear a voice behind you and see a large, orange cat walk up to you, it was Rufus, it seemed that he had gone looking for you when he returned from hunting and found that you were gone.