|Brackenfur|Elder|140 moons|OPEN|
|With a grumble, Brackenfur limped into camp and got a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. With a hunched back, he began to eat it.(rather nosily)|
|With a grumble, Brackenfur limped into camp and got a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. With a hunched back, he began to eat it.(rather nosily)|