]Twistedpaw got up and stretched. He limped out to the clearing and went to the fresh kill pile. He found a plump vole, and carried it back to the den. He scarved it down. He hadnt eaten in awhile. He got up again, and tried to walk around the den using his back leg, he went around about 1 and half times and then he fell. "Mouse dung," he said to himself as he layed back down. He was feeling very lonely and bored. "I wonder where Sparrowpaw is," he said, barely out loud.
