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GINGERTHRASH | ThunderClan Elder

The sun had just begun to rise above the clouds that coated the horizon and Gingerthrash, against his usual disposition, was already awake and chewing on a woodchuck as he rested his body on a branch that gave the camp an overhang and gave the lilac caramel elder a perfect view of the happenings in the camp. His amber eyes narrowed at the apprentice den. The only cat in their worth their weight was Rimepaw... maybe Finchpaw, but he wasn't bothered to try and convince himself of that.

Evidently, his thoughts carried to Cherrytree, recently lost to her own age. He was the oldest in the elders' den now and was faced with thoughts of his own mortality, what he left behind, what ThunderClan would do without him, how his kin would cope. The wondering was silent, strangely enough, but the scent of the half-ravaged woodchuck temporarily broke him out of his dreary thoughts for another bite.

It had been Robinpaw, his great granddaughter, that really found Cherrytree, himself second, after being woken by the calico's depressing whines. Gingerthrash was above making such noises, even if it was the cat that brought his bloodline to a continuation. Well, if he did die, he'd be fine with knowing that his blood still flows strong through ThunderClan, if not in Robinpaw or Finchpaw, then in Rimepaw. Perhaps he could make it to her warrior ceremony? StarClan knows, but he had time left, he was here, that's what mattered.