"You ought to go to the medicine den for those wounds," Tawnystar meowed gruffly to Shadepelt and Mothheart. "They don't look too good." She waved her tail as the signal for her patrol to follow her back to camp. She had not been seriously injured herself, but she felt a stab of anger. How dare RiverClan come onto her territory like this? She growled inwardly, then shaking it off. The battle was won. No one had gotten a deep cut or wound, which was a positive.
Lilypaw tilted her head and rushed towards Bluestrike as she saw Shadepelt and Mothheart approach. "Bluestrike," she mewed, "Mothheart and Shadepelt look like they have wounds that should be treated." She flicked her tail and her ears patiently. As soon as he would respond she'd go check on her sister. She had hoped Littlepaw hadn't been hurt- she couldn't have been. But RiverClan, from the smell of Shadepelt and Mothheart, might have scented her sister. Shoving away the thoughts, she tried to focus on the two patients waiting for treatment.