A familiar tom padded or more limped into camp. The white medicine cat had been missing for a few weeks without any explanation. He'd been out gathering herbs one day then poof gone the next. His usually clean fur was matted, dirty and smeared with blood. Multiple cuts laced his body but they did not appear to be injuries from a fight, the cuts were clean and deep. He'd been cut by glass from a mirror while escaping from his captors which had done most of the damage. He'd stepped on some of the glass causing him now to limp.
"Popstar? Simba? Indencre? Divinitapaw?" he called somewhat faintly before collapsing where he stood. He was conscious yes but he didn't have the strength to stand for a moment longer. He looked exhausted and was in bad condition as it was. A few of his injuries looked as thought they might have been infected.