Blackstar shouldered his way through the camp enterance. His forehead had a big bleeding scratch on it that stained the white fur around it crimson. But, despite having a wound like that, he padded tiredly over to his den instead of consulting with the Clan’s medicine cat.

“The battle was a success!” Russetfur, the Clan deputy, had boasted rather loudly so the entire Clan could hear. Her head raised in pride.