The young she-cat plodded into camp, a limp to her step as she made her way to Rabbitfoot's den. Blood soaked part of her face and leg as she huffed and puffed into the Medicine cat's den, her face soft and sure despite her injuries. There was a couple scratches above her eye lid, claws also having knicked her eye-lid. The wounds were fairly deep but not enough to scar with proper treatment, but with deep wounds came blood making it seem much more worse then they seemed. The sticky red liquid clotted her fur, sealing her eye shut as it made it's way into her fur on her cheek.
Settling down on her fluffy behind she tucked her tail around her paws as she investigated her leg, it had gotten a rather nasty bite as per inspection. Blood clotted the fur around the wound as well as the wound itself, but despite it not being so deep the bite itself was fur bristling large. She had met a rather nasty Thunderclan she-cat on the border, she had recognized the she-cat when she had gone on the patrol with Rippedsky and Pansyface. She had kicked the she-cat and this was what she got in return? In the young she-cats defense the Thunderclan cat was massive, much bigger than she. She had never shot into the trees so fast!
"Rabbitfoot, you here?" Lilyheart called, unsure if the medicine cat could smell her blood apart from all the herbs.
