[Captain]

@Scarwings

It had been such a long time since Sproutwhisker had become apart of the clans and made a home for himself out in this very forest around him. The black-furred warrior was almost 35 moons now and the meer memories of his youth seemed to go through him like he was a stingy old elder, even though he was far from such times. To the tom, though, he had so many breathtaking memories and moments in his entire existence from tears to smiles as he grew up with a loving father, made adoring friends and fell in love with a beautiful female. Sproutwhisker grew pensive at this as he laid in a comfortable shady spot on the edge of the clearing, his crystal blue-eyes peering up at the clear sunny sky above him, his tail twitching back and forth beside him.