- Sep 21, 2022
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Remnants of the multiple battles still marked Frostbite's pelt as dried blood and dirt and even as he tried to get most of it off, his coat was still sullied. He was relieved that this was over, he didn't like all these cats on their territory. He began to wonder if this would affect Shadowclan's leafbare preywise, but seeing as the clans were only allowed to hunt at the carrionplace and well.... He saw how that turned out. They really did leave Sootstar to get mauled by rats, huh? He's not sure if that says something about Sootstar, the cats on that patrol, or even both.
But that is the past now, though he wouldn't put it past Windclan to try and retaliate over it.
This train of thought is for another time, though. He makes his way back to camp, ready to take a nap after all the fighting he had just done. He'd never been in such a battle before, it was exhilerating. He can still hear it ringing in his ears, still feel the feeling of flesh parting as his claws tore through it. And of course, he feels the various cuts and scratches that mark him. They sting, but he does not wince. This is nothing. He slips into camp and looks around, his nose still picking up the smell of sickness and death from the cats who'd unfortunately passed during their stay here.
He felt for them, and he hoped they were able to find peace despite everything that had happened.
But something else catches his attention, and his eyes turn to see Birdkit. Her siblings arent around and she seems rather frustrated. He approaches her with a soft smile on his face and gently licks her head. "Birdkit! What seems to be the matter?" He asks.
((This is BEFORE the journey cats return!! ))
But that is the past now, though he wouldn't put it past Windclan to try and retaliate over it.
This train of thought is for another time, though. He makes his way back to camp, ready to take a nap after all the fighting he had just done. He'd never been in such a battle before, it was exhilerating. He can still hear it ringing in his ears, still feel the feeling of flesh parting as his claws tore through it. And of course, he feels the various cuts and scratches that mark him. They sting, but he does not wince. This is nothing. He slips into camp and looks around, his nose still picking up the smell of sickness and death from the cats who'd unfortunately passed during their stay here.
He felt for them, and he hoped they were able to find peace despite everything that had happened.
But something else catches his attention, and his eyes turn to see Birdkit. Her siblings arent around and she seems rather frustrated. He approaches her with a soft smile on his face and gently licks her head. "Birdkit! What seems to be the matter?" He asks.
((This is BEFORE the journey cats return!! ))