{R3c0very}

[Shadow Spirit]

Broken body, troubled soul...it's all about recovery...

Shadowstreak limped her way out of the medicine cat's den and into the sunshine of the camp. The glorious day seemed to mark the ending of the war at last and she was amazed to see the camp flooded with returning clanmates. She wondered where Firetheory had got to, he'd been so kind to her and she wanted to spend some time with him now that she wasn't totally sedintary. The tabby-colored she-cat also wanted to find her leader and ask her how things were. From the look of the cats returning, it couldn't have been an easy victory.

[Deus Ex Machina]

<sup>Mishkia was fairly new to the camp,
hopping to find someone to approch,
then she noticed a she-cat limmping her way out of a den,
with her eyes wide,
she wondered what happened,
and decied this was the cat she'd say hello too; she had too..
or she'd never find other clan mates to talk too!

Mishkia slowly walked over wide-eye'd,
slowly walking over not to frighten the limping she-cat,
and stammered out;</sup>

"H-hi.. I'm Mishkia..!"

^{Then she relized her eyes were still huge,
and quickly blinked them a few times and relaxed;
it couldn't go that wrong,
she didn't seem like a grumpy elder.} [/color][/sup]