Sugar-Foxx

Zephyrstar After a long, hard battle in ThunderClan camp, Zephyrstar is returning to ShadowClan camp. They led the way back home and have kept their head down, appearing unapproachable to their clanmates they were certain were staring daggers into their rear end. They didn't want to hear their cries and complaints, not when Zephyrstar only saw their qualms as ungratefulness. I did what had to be done. I did this for YOU. For ALL OF YOU! They won the war, sure. But it sure doesn't feel like it. Zephyrstar is tired. Their muscles strain with every step and their face stings like hell, and they can hardly see out of their left eye. All they want to do is see Vulturewhisper, as well as Dovesong and their kits and be reassured that they hadn't fought for naught. But they're confident that won't happen. As the war band floods back into camp, Zephyrstar half-heartedly orders them to visit the medicine den before pressing on towards the other side of camp. Against the brisk wind