Songwave padded behind Sunheart until they reached the entrance of the den, where he slipped under the lichen and moved to his side, waiting quietly. The tom started his reentry to Riverclan with confidence, through determination for his mate and kits, but his head lowered slightly as he gazed around the rocky den, letting the heft of the situation set in.
He had never been near the leader's den, let alone in it. He always tried his best to just do his duties and get by without notice, but getting captured by those twolegs had finally brought attention to himself in the loudest way possible. He had been brought back into camp after countless sunrises with a ghastly thin frame and unkempt fur for all the clan to see, as well as carrying that wretched twoleg smell on his grey, unkempt pelt. The rest of the clan probably assumed what Sunheart did as well, and he couldn't blame them for that.
The tom's eyes fixed on the claw marks stretching across the wall and let out a small sigh of dread. He wondered if he could even call himself a warrior anymore, if he would even be a warrior anymore. He closed his eyes, but didn't try to force the worries out of his mind. Instead he let them flow freely, tracing them back to their source.
'Almondchatter and our kits will be okay. Riverclan will keep them safe,' he assured, opening his eyes again. Even he wasn't going to be welcomed back, he knew what mattered most.
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