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He was cold.
He was bleeding. Everything hurt. Pathetic, he was. Limping and hobbling back to camp on his own he had plenty of time to stew in his defeat.
Sootstar would have had no problem with that sheep furred Molly.... They were about the same size, he and her. And yet.
He didn't even think he got a hit on her, even as he lashed out with his claws. They kept getting caught in her curly fur, he couldn't cut her no matter how he tried.
It was dawn when he finally tumbled through the camp entrance, making his wounds sting worse. He wouldn't make a peep, he was pathetic enough already. He was tired, though. He crumpled to the ground with his feet tucked under him. He would get to Dandelionwish in a moment....