Post by Goldenkit on Feb 25, 2016 16:19:35 GMT -6
Goldenkit hated incompetence, more than most things. He had attempted to take a nap, but when he laid in his nest he felt a sharp pain in his back right flank. When he got up he discovered that not one, but TWO thorns had been left in his bedding, each stabbing at his leg like little plant claws. How had an apprentice screwed up their job that badly?
He wasn't normally one to seek out medicine for his aches or illnesses. He knew he'd survive past sniffles and bumps. But this really hurt, and he was bleeding just enough where he felt like a dying piece of prey. He limped into the Medicine Cats' den and half sat half sprawled out to the side of the entrance, so he did not block the way. He let out a little call to let whoever was in know he had arrived. Hopefully the two cats would not be as lazy as the apprentice who had failed to check his bedding had been.
He wasn't normally one to seek out medicine for his aches or illnesses. He knew he'd survive past sniffles and bumps. But this really hurt, and he was bleeding just enough where he felt like a dying piece of prey. He limped into the Medicine Cats' den and half sat half sprawled out to the side of the entrance, so he did not block the way. He let out a little call to let whoever was in know he had arrived. Hopefully the two cats would not be as lazy as the apprentice who had failed to check his bedding had been.
