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Post by Silversky on Mar 16, 2013 15:50:49 GMT -6
Silverpaw hopped on three legs, the fourth flatten against hiss body, toward the medicine den. Every part of him was telling him to turn right around and go straight back to the apprentices' den, but he sighed and limped inside the medicine den. He walked in and settled into a corner. "Waspwing?" He shouted. "Fernpelt?"
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Post by Waspwing on Mar 16, 2013 20:47:42 GMT -6
Waspwing was sorting some of his herbs. Thankfully a few of them were beginning to grow again, and it was obvious he'd be going on some major herb patrols within the next couple of moons.
Then the oh-so-familiar scent of cat began to grow closer, and he looked to the entrance as Silverpaw called out for himself and Fernpelt.
Usually he would just sigh, annoyed that someone was injured, but with the new herbs he was in a fantastic mood. He immediately noticed the apprentice's leg lifted up, and he grabbed some Comfrey roots.
"Whrs whog?" He asked through the mouthful of herbs, sniffing at the injured leg. Probably another stupid training incident.
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Post by Silversky on Mar 16, 2013 20:59:36 GMT -6
"Oh, I might have crashed into the ground, a little." He said reluctantly, knowing he was making himself look stupid. "I honestly think I might have dislocated something." I held his injured leg out and lean forward so waspwing could inspect his shoulder.
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