Gustclan Post 57

Boulderdash refused to leave the warriors’ den.

She wouldn’t move to get food, she wouldn’t stretch out her legs, and she barely talked to anyone. In fact, she only ever seemed to move for the sakes of her bladder, and then she curled right back in her spot again.

Chubtail tried once to get her to go on patrol, and the only acknowledgement he received was a single flick of his tail. He had left.

None of the clan blamed her. She had grown far closer to her best friend after her mate had died. It was no surprise she was so devastated now that he had passed away too. Especially considering the hardships she’d had to suffer lately.

The only positive that could really be said was that her many children all seemed to have banded together to bring her food, to comfort her, to try to get her to exercise… Admittedly some were avoiding each other. That seemed inevitable between at least two of them.