Brightshine sighed. "I'm probably fine." He most certainly was not. He had come close to StarClan this time, his neck wound deep, and he winced in pain at every step.
"We should find Russetwing, just not you, Brightshine." Windsong meowed. "Trust me, it's better if you get healed first then set out on a patrol." She said.
"And the apprentices," Brightshine mewed. "Ashpaw, Sootpaw, Mintpaw, Badgerpaw, Dustpaw. And another warrior, other then you two. Seems like a very good patrol."