i punch my walls, stay out at night, and i do karate [closed]

Briarthorn and Stormwatcher were just a few foxlengths ahead of the rest of the patrol, and her ears stayed on a constant swivel as they walked along the river. There was no telling exactly what might happen, given the tensions that still inevitably lingered. Briarthorn had no reason to believe that Perchstar would command her warriors to attack or be hostile after the way the war ended, but she could never be too certain. For now, her pawsteps were cautious, but her hackles were lowered. Her gaze shifted over to where the tom beside her walked. He'd been very invested in the war, from what Briarthorn remembered. "How are your wounds holding up? I trust that your wounds are healing well?" She said simply. It couldn't hurt to check in.