The molly returned to camp, letting out a soft huff and winced at the pain radiating through her shoulder. She had recently gone out on a patrol with three other clanmates to confront, and inevitably fiend off a group on loners who had be encroaching on Bloodclan territory. The group of loners was larger in number then them, but much less skilled... sloppy to be less delicate. Fending them off was easy enough work, but they definitely were not able to leave completely unharmed, after all, an inexperienced slash of claws and teeth is still a slash of claws and teeth when it makes contact with unprotected flesh. Bella had received a pretty nasty mark on her shoulder that she knew would not be able to heal completely on its own. "Tch... damn' thing.." She muttered to herself, glancing at the wound as the blood trickled down and began to stain her creamy fur into a rusted-red.
Not only was she wounded physically, but she also came across a startling reminder of her past-life. Amongst the group was... well, she wouldn't call his a old friend... more like a a part of her past she never enjoyed re-encountering. His name was Roman, a tom who tormented her for many moons when she lived on the other side of the Two-leg city. She used to fear him, but not anymore, which her clan mates at her side, she felt powerful, and strong, she would never be willing to back down. With much luck, Bella was able to pride herself in giving him a pretty nasty mark right down his muzzle. Nonetheless however, the seeing him flooded her with memories, and even though she has grown stronger, but was still shaken up. Bella refused to show this though, she had kept a strong presence through the duration of the fight, as well as the journey back to camp.
After her clanmates had first received treatment, Bella decided she would as well, she wasn't in need of urgent treatment after all, and wasn't about to overwhelm Bloodclans medic, Jaegar with over-crowding his den. Before entering the den, Bella gave herself a few brushes of her pelt with her tongue, rasping gently, she was a mess! A little embarrassed, Bella entered the den once her clanmates were all but gone, greeting the Medic with a dip of her head. "Hope ya' won't mind one more..!" She greeted, her light blue eyes meeting the toms icy blue eyes. Bella had always found herself quite comfortable around the tom, I mean, not to mention he was easy on the eyes, but he had also been on of the if cats in the clan to converse with her when she joined. Bella sat down slowly, easing into it as the pain on her shoulder was prominent, "I nabbed a pretty nasty one out there" She remarked, "I'm also lookin' a bit more then a mess right now, I do apologize... How have ya been'? " she chuckled awkwardly, trying to mask the shaken emotions she was feeling. Her presence and outward image was unrelentingly strong, but her essence felt weak right now, he soul was still recovering from the whole experience, and Bella initially hoped Jaeger wouldn't notice her change in personality.