Shaka slowly got up, wincing, and padded into SunClan territory. He knew it was risky buisness, but he needed to get this wound treated immediately. As he pushed past branches and bushes, thistles caught onto his wound and tore it back open. Shaka gasped as blood began to ooze out of the large wound on his neck.
I'm going to be very inactive for a while due to excessive schoolwork.