Swiftcurrent Creek worn out places, worn out faces

I'll be getting off now. Thanks for this, sorry I couldn't spree longer!

She glanced upward, as if she could see her forehead. She would have to get used to questions about it, till she could get it out. "This is a mark from my enemies. It is blood." She told Razorback, her voice a dull and emotionless monotone. Perhaps she would need to inform the new member of all their enemies and tensions at the moment. Although it was mostly just Blackfeather. Perhaps there would be a war.
And she would get revenge.