// Softrose cuz you wanted me to tag you <3
It was hard leaving at first and that wasn't just because of her painfully slow healing wounds, her time in Windclan was in secret of the clan itself as she had stayed in the tunnels with Softrose. The black and cream short-furred molly with the deepest set of blue eyes and a heart too pure for this world. The Windclan warrior had forgiven her for stripping her of the privilege of speech, she didn't exact her revenge upon Dualeyes- Instead she tended to her wounds.. Fed her, kept her warm beside her. The primarily white she-cat knew she couldn't stay though, she knew where she belonged. Responsiblity and duty kept a clutch on her, so with a bitter farewell to her savior and light, she headed back home.
The ground was pure white, her paws sinking slightly with each step in the snow. Her pelt had once been as clean as the frozen substance beneath her but now it was tattered in scars; above her left eye, a cluster upon her right cheek, a torn ear, large barness of scar tissue at the nape of her neck.. And the beatiful chunk of missing flesh out of her right shoulder, she had masked the wound with tight cobweb wrapping and a bat skull, a parting gift from Softrose, tied down to her shoulder with cobwebs and roots.
Dualeyes paused just at the marking of Bloodclan's territory, she closed her eyes for a brief moment as she took in a breath before letting out a heavy exhale frosty breath that hung in the air. Who was alive? Blue and brown eyes opened up to stare ahead of her, who was dead..? Were the mutts gone? Well.. time to find out and stop wondering. Her paws moved once again, pushing her towards the concrete jungle, towards home.