She padded her way around the camp, collecting sticks and any other thing she could find on her way.

(Yeah, funny story. Shadowstar was born BloodClan. Read his and Terror's backstories. They really tell a lot about them.)

([BLEEP], I forgot, lmao, void that then)

"We all know kits will be kits, Shadowstar," she purred.

He smiled,then jumped as Terror stumbled into camp, bloodied and hurt severely.
She had no prey, and her wounds weren't from fox or badger. A cat had gotten the better of her.

Her instincts caused her to stand up, before flinching at the leg and collapsing. "OW," she hissed, before looking at Terror. "What happened to you?" she asked, in a softer tone.

She walked closer to where Terror was, seeing her state she slightly panics.

Terror collapsed, hissing, "This rogue! He smells a bit of BloodClan, but also kinda smells of Shadows lan! He was almost as big as me! I tried to run him off, but he took my feet out and just started clawing! I-I have failed!"
Terror wailed the last part, and Shadowstar leaned against her, whispering, "It's okay, Terror. Everyone gets beaten from time to time. Besides, we aren't the young cats we once we're. We're old,and there's no getting around it."

(Forgot to ping.)

Her pupils narrowed to slits. "If it weren't for this cursed leg I would be able to get 'em myself in your name," she growled, gripping the dirt below her.

She whimpered, finally realizing how brutal the world can be. She finally walked over, sitting near Moontail.