Greyfoot narrowed his eyes. "You don't need to retire. You can help do chores around camp! There's a hole in the camp wall that we can fix together. You can help me change the nests..."
Barkfoot nodded. "There'll be scars, but she should recover. Thank StarClan the fox didn't hit any of her major veins." He looked down at Owlkit. "Of course you will be."
Tigerpaw sat still, staring at her paws as Barkfoot plastered marigold and cobweb onto her wound.
(thank you I was working on it for the past two hours)