Although the DarkClan border wasn't far from their camp, the trek was exhausting on the cats that had little to no energy to run off of. They arrived at the border looking as sickly as a newborn calf, or at least Brightshine did. Her legs were wobbly and her eyes were dark and dull. Cheek bones sunken, ribs poking out and ears flat against her head; she looked like a walking skeleton with bones that not even her fluffyish pelt could hide anymore. This was starvation. This was the brink of death. But for her clan, she would push on, coming to stand at the boundary-line as they waited for a patrol to greet them. But she couldn't stand long, and soon the senior warrior found herself falling back onto her rump, her weak legs unable to hold her up.
I'll work real hard and do my best
To turn that sad frown upside down