[Zero]

Zerosight lazed around in the elder's den, curled up in a tiny ball among his fluffy nest of moss. He refused to move, finding it too cold to do any strenuous activity. All the cold weather lately was just hectic on his joints, making him wonder if he should go see Caliapaw and get some comfrey root or daisy leaves. The old tom sighed, burying his face deeper into his warm nest at just the thought of getting up.