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Originally Posted by Myik
Aspen flicked his ears, shaking. "It wasn't my... f..a..lt.." He felt tired, his mind racing. His steps were shaky, and his pelt was filled with mud and blood. "I'll go for no..w Tell s-storm I was here..." The tom sunk away, his stomach empty.
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Risingstorm leered after the tom as he left. Storm? Who in Starclan's name was Storm? No warrior she knew. She watched in silence as he crossed the border and got out of sight, and when she was sure he was gone, she let herself sag, panting with exhaustion. Her whole body felt sore and drained, and the wounds on her legs were bleeding. She turned and began to limp back toward Shadowclan camp, intent on visiting the medicine den, first thing.