~Hawkclaw gave a grateful sigh as the familiar scent of his leader wreathed around him and, though his blood-veiled eyes obscured his vision, he was immensely comforted as she gently herded him into camp. Hawkclaw gave a different shake of his head as she backed away, still unable to see clearly.~
~Ashstripe lifted her head and drew in the sharp tang on the incoming breeze. Blood! She scrabbled to her paws, grabbing cobwebs and horsetail automatically on the way out, and tore into camp. "What happened?" she mewed as she approached the Hawkclaw, who's entire face was red with blood.~