We are gonna stay like this forever;; p

Noel yawned, flicking an idle tail. It was a dozy, warm day in the Creekclan camp and the blind male was, admittedly, a little bored. It was a luxury, of course, and indulgence. Before he joined the clan he couldn't afford to be bored, he always had to keep a look out. Well, an ear out. When he couldn't no longer count on his family, he was a target. It was always: 'let's beat up the blind guy', 'he's an easy target', 'what's he got?' and so on. The clan protected him, so he could survive a little boredom. The cream cat stretched and yawned again.. Huh, easier said then done.