Pineleaf nodded, "You should go."
Dustflare sighed heavily, suddenly getting to his paws and turning, revealing his scarred face. On the left side, his ear was shredded nearly to the skull and his eye was frozen shut inside of a patch of furless scarred skin, ugly and horrible while the rest of his face was criss-crossed with other scars. He gazed at Tawnykit and Splatterpaint with his one good eye, his gaze hard as he meowed in his rasping tones, "No Pineleaf, let them see. Let them learn what I found out the hard way. This is what war looks like kit! It's not glorious and in it, honor has no place. This is what happens when you are cocky and foolish and looking for a fight. This was my downfall, this is my curse."
Pineleaf was at the tom's side in an instant, pressing her fur against him and licking his good ear comfortingly, "Shh, Dustflare, it wasn't your fault."
Dustflare turned his eerie silver-green gaze on the medicine cat, no emotion but regret in them as he snarled, "You weren't there, you don't know that!"