You were staring at the spot where the leader of the swampclan cats had disappeared into, your muscles tense and your guard up high.
Cat after captured cat passed you, some were thinner than others and some had wounds. Falconstep had congratulated you on the act you had put up, you had acted as the spokescat of your clan to intimidate the rival clan. When all the missing clanmates had passed by you and the sound their steps where growing faint, you turned around to follow them.
The clan was safe, for now.
As you caught up to your clan you could see the injured ones walking or leaning onto any from the rescue-group. You passed Thistleruff, gently rubbing against her before continuing up to your apprentice.
You were so proud of him for making it this far and you gave him a lick on his ear. Further ahead you saw Smokie nearly carrying Winterfang and you rushed ahead.
He had many wounds and seemed very tired.
You stood in front of them, halting them.
“Smokie, let me handle him, you’re hurt.”
And with that, Smokie passed the white cat onto you, his weight made you stumble at first, but you managed to keep going forward.
“What did they do to you both in there?!”
