Stoatskip let out a soft sigh and took another quick glance back at his leg. An uneasy feeling rippled down his spine like icy claws. What if the medicine cat couldn’t fix his leg? Would he even be considered a Warrior anymore? He gave a quick shake of his head as if to rid the dark thoughts from his mind. There was no point in fretting over something he had no control of. Starclan willing, I will be just fine. He gave himself a curt nod before his attention was snapped back as they approached the Skyclan camp, the scent of the enemy clan overwhelmingly strong. The tom felt his legs tremble with worry but he forced himself to continue along with Rosecloud. This was going to be interesting.