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Post by Cloverpaw on Sept 22, 2010 22:15:08 GMT -6
Clovercharm yelped in pain outside of Fernpelt's den. It had just been a normal hunting patrol. A praire dog, from Fireclan, had wondered over the border. With no experiance on catching them, the stupid animal clawed at her eyes.
Clovercharm's eyes were shut tight, and she was afraid to open them.
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Post by Fernpelt on Sept 22, 2010 22:28:08 GMT -6
Fernpelt had been out in the clearing, but suddenly heard a cry of help. Her instincts took over and she was in her den, taking in the situation quickly. "Okay..bleeding..marigold, goldenrod...elderberries....poppy seeds.....cobwebs..." fernpelt murmured, getting out her supplies. She quickly made a poultice of marigold, dock leaves, and goldenrod and applied it, covering it with cobwebs. Then she got the elderberries and poppy seeds, immediately giving them to Clovercharm.
"There, that should do the trick." Fernpelt announced, the earlier franticness wearing off a little.
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