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Jun 3, 2015 19:20:03 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 19:20:03 GMT -6
THRUSHFANG OF FIRECLAN Thrush let out a silent breath of relief when Willowpool reappeared with the poppy seeds. "Okay," the injured warrior murmured in assent, and wasted no time in lapping up the tiny black specks. It didn't take very long for the effects to become noticeable. With her head feeling even fuzzier than it had been, she shifted so that she could lay her head on her paws.
Though she winced and bit back a pained hiss when the poultice was applied, she mostly just sat still and let the two healers do their job. It wasn't like she could help at this point. WORDS: 102 || WRITTEN FOR: Crowwing & Willowpool NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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