[jay]

Brackenpelt stretched his jaws wide in a yawn. He stretched, his muscles flexing under his dark brown pelt. He still was strong, though he was skinny with old age. His one eye scanned the clearing, wondering if any mouse-brained young cat would come to do his ticks. He could feel a huge tick at the base of his tail, just out of reach. His torn ear flicked at any sound, so it was hard to not be alert.