Post by Flamewhisper on Sept 29, 2013 16:40:12 GMT -6
A ginger mass hobbled into the dark and dingy lair. Cuts, bruises and pass covered the majority of his pelt, and he did not smell of Iceclan. He smelt of forest and woods and distant lands.
Sitting down, he did his best to cover up his wincing.
Now, who was in the med den when he was here? Brightwater? Flameheart?
" Hey can have a medicine cat "
Wait. That sounded... Weird.
" To look at my cuts. "
He peered into the back of the den, waiting.
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Sitting down, he did his best to cover up his wincing.
Now, who was in the med den when he was here? Brightwater? Flameheart?
" Hey can have a medicine cat "
Wait. That sounded... Weird.
" To look at my cuts. "
He peered into the back of the den, waiting.
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