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Badgersong, with a fairly large frog clamped in his jaws, slowly made his limping way over to a cool spot in the clearing. The moons had certainly taken a toll on him and only made it harder to walk with his scar. How much longer before he would have to retire to the elder's den? Before he could no longer hunt and patrol properly? He didn't like to think about it.
His only goal in life had been to serve Shadowclan to the best of his ability. He had tried his paw in love only for it to leave a pungent taste in his mouth. He hardly spoke to his sons anymore, didn't know if they were alive. The only one he knew was alive, and occasionally saw around camp was Ibisprowl. Part of him felt bad for not being in his son's life more, but it was too late now to fix the damage and Badgersong was becoming more and more apathetic towards the situation. There wasn't much that he cared for anymore. His only friend, Foxspring, had been killed in the war between Thunderclan and Windclan. There had been few times in his life in which he had cried, and when he was delivered the news, he couldn't help the tears that escaped.
What was left of Badgersong was a bitter, tired soul. Settling down in the cool spot, the senior warrior began to half-heartedly tuck into the frog, his green eyes staring blankly at the ground in front of him. He had no plans for the rest of the day, save for the sundown patrol he was assigned to. No one to talk to. No one to hang out with. No one to even enjoy a comfortable silence with.
Some would ask him what was the point of him living anymore? And he would answer, to serve his clan. Perhaps when the time came when he was forced to become an elder, he would wander off and simply disappear. He would no longer be of use to his clan, and would be a burden. It would be better for his clan if he simply walked away so that they wouldn't have to feed him and care for him. He wasn't overtly prideful, but he would at least save himself that small amount of pride. Breath escaped him slowly, he was relaxed but vacant it felt.