he nodded, the odd mouthing of words going completely over his head, too busy scratching little shapes into the compressed ground. "yeah, she did plenty of the raid healin', fixed up my leg before i knew it. passionate wee one..havent seen 'er around a whole lot recently though" besides that she had also kept him confined to camp and rambled his ears off but hey if he ever ended up properly walking again he owed her anyway.

"you dont have to be so formal, i might be old but im not that old." his tone was light, more joking that holding any kind of harsh order, it was just kind of weird to be called 'sir'...sir was his father. not him. never him.

duties hm. he really hadnt done a whole lot recently. "honestly, i havent done pretty much anything, was in the med den a while n now im about to move in here to look after goldfishs soon-to-be-kits." he shrugged, there wasnt really any more to that. he couldnt work, besides losing half of his sight, the chronic pain and horribly slow and stocking gait he had to resort to, there was nothing he could really do. "i assume when golds kits are out of the nursery i'll have to either go back to my warrior duties or help around camp..do like apprentice tasks or something. i dont know, but ive spoken to fadingsun n he said he had something in mind so im just gonna hope for the best" somewhere between the beginning of his explaination and now he seemed to have forgotten about the very important information that was this cats age. why was he even telling the kit this..at least he hadnt gone all in, detailing the two or so moons he had spent in semi constant pain.