Against the orders, demands, and concerned requests of Hawkswoop, Lionspark, Darkflight, Blizzardstar and Shrikepaw, she had left camp. At night, knowing that they'd all be sleeping along with her - or so they thought - she wanted to check up and see how Waspstep and reluctantly Blazeflight were doing, it had been a while since the fire but since she was also abducted, she didn't have the time to visit and check on them. Torn ears flicked against her head as she plodded up to the thunderpath.
Specklefang didn't hold any fear towards the black strip, but she held an important respect for it as she kept a couple paw steps between her and the path, especially that she was half-blind. But being half-blind held a challenge for her, she would often fail to see things on the right side of her face, being frequently spooked by her clan-mates and anything that seemed to move. She was already a poor hunter, she didn't need to loose sight in an eye to make her an even worse one.
Sitting down on admittedly wobbly legs she turned her heads and swivelled her ears, she twitched her whiskers and shuffled her paws, all senses trying to fill her halved eye-sight. She was almost better... almost? But she couldn't wait for the day when she was, when she could be allowed to do what she wanted and needed to do so she could rebuild her strength. She didn't need or want to be constantly fussed over, despite how she would act out in the night while having nightmares.
Horrible, retched nightmares, most she didn't remember after waking up, but her fur would be drenched and her throat would be dry and achy. The rest were just black and white, twolegs, rats, foxes, and monsters would loom and spin and clutter and shove her into a corner. The other cats would be screaming and there'd be plenty of blood, it would seep into every crevice and she'd be waking with the faint taste of blood on her tongue. Her fur on her back and right eye feeling caked with dry blood until she'd touch it with her paw, it was rough. She'd often be afraid of going to sleep again, or going to sleep the next night.
Softly resting her eyes Specklefang waited some more, her mind swirling and keeping her aware. Maybe they weren't on patrol that night, it'd be unfortunate, to come all the way to the Thunderpath with no 'reward' for her efforts. Expelling some air in a large puff of breath she rested her tail over her paws, suddenly realizing that she was much bigger and... different from when they last saw her as a weeping apprentice. Disowned by her father, what a whiny brat she was. Thankfully it was night, so her scars and bitten left ear or weight loss wouldn't be so obvious, but there would always be a chance. Hopefully they didn't notice, she didn't want them to cause them concern or to think that Thunderclan or herself were weak.
