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Post by Snowfeather on Dec 16, 2012 16:32:42 GMT -6
Snowfeather was being lead into the den by Maplefrost, who was helping her figure out this situation. They had decided on seeking out Brightflame's assistance, which was the the most practical thing to do. "Brightflame?" She called out wearily into his den, searching the grey landscape for what could be him. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 17:03:05 GMT -6
The senior warrior padded into the medicine cats' den alongside Snowfeather, still trying to support her friend with one shoulder. Maplefrost came to a halt in the middle of the den, and rested her long-furred tail on the now-colorblind cat's shoulder. "Sit down and rest. He'll know what to do, I'm sure." The tortoiseshell attempted to use a confident, reassuring tone, however she was trying to convince herself more than anything. The white female's sudden vision change was worrying; hopefully Brightflame could help.
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