OOC: This threads time-line about 18 seasons (years) ago from current time for everyone else. Cecil isn't 49 in this post, he's 31
Oh what a cold winter day! Low activity and keeping warm were a top priority in the quiet mountain. The harsh winter breeze battered against the unyielding fortress that is Salamandastron.
Cecil was out and about, doing his usual errands; helping the younger and older beasts alike with their problems. The now full adult mousethief still looked sturdy and strong as ever, besides the fact he was dying within. He never let his disease slow him down, he fought against it. As a matter of fact, Cecil was in extreme pain on the inside, but he did not want any of his creatures knowing how soon he would really perish.
A beast with one arm, tough as nails, but gentle and kind; a wise and sharp mind one would say. His joints were starting to feel more and more sore as he grew older, still young, but well into adulthood now.
Cecil was a busy beast, always training and trying to keep his body in shape, always giving advice and guiding others through their problems. He held his own clinics, training certain long patrol soldiers in the art of stealth. He officially retired as mouse thief and warrior the previous season.
Cecil had a vast knowledge with the experiences in his life, combat or otherwise, which led him to sharing it with others. If it wasn't for this disease that plagued him, he would be battling along side his brethren.
Cough… cough! The sturdy mouse opened his only paw, blood stained. "Drat this disease.. I will conquer you!" Cecil took out a cloth and rubbed his paw on it then used it to wipe the blood on his lips. He continued to walk about, breathing out hot air into the cold breeze. "Today is such a dead day, I did all my busy work for the day. I just need something else to do!"
He sat on the stone steps, looking out to the beach. Many flashbacks coursed through his eyes. The simple mouse sighed heavily and returned his gaze to the beach.