In a million years, Mushroom had never imagined that he'd get quite this far. Living with Twig had made him expect a life of solitude -- but then SkyClan came into his life off of the tongue of a loner, and suddenly he was here, bleeding, gritting his teeth tightly through the pain of his injuries as he settled onto the dirt ground below. His first fight, and he'd practically lost it, with how badly he fared after. He should be happier - SkyClan won, of course they did, because they were so awesome - but he was too disappointed in himself to celebrate. The oriental mix tried to drag his tongue across his scarred cheek, but it was neither long nor particularly effective; it instead irritated the wound further, so he flinched and heaved a heavy sigh. Would he have scars? Scars were like... cool, and all, but the pettiness within him didn't want them because they were also kind of ugly.
Defeated, Mushroom would attempt to lie down, but even that proved to be the wrong move. He would soon find that his back leg was also bruised from BloodClan's abuse, and when he had his thigh flat against the forest floor it throbbed a warning. "Oh, would you stop?" he cursed to himself, standing up and abruptly clawing at a nearby rock in a fleeting bit of anger, sending it rolling along the camp floor. I'm so bad at this. Maybe I shouldn't be in SkyClan. I can't fight, and how am I gonna help if I get myself hurt like that? Stupid mouse-brain. Mushroom regretted helping Victoria, too. He could've done more if he hadn't gotten distracted by her.
Immediately, he felt bad for thinking that. He shouldn't regret helping her; she was a kit, and couldn't defend herself any better than he could. Maybe when he wasn't busy, he should visit her one of these days to make sure that she was okay. It was dumb because he could very easily get in trouble for doing it, but he wasn't exactly the king of good decision making. If he was, he wouldn't have followed after Rudypaw in the first place.