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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 19:14:58 GMT -6
Maplefrost winced as he limped into the medicine cats' den. The old tom was a mess. He hadn't fought an eagle this time, though. No, the Maine Coon had gotten into a tussle with an insolent FireClanner.
He hissed involuntarily when he plopped himself down in one of the vacant nests. For the most part, none of his injuries were terribly life-threatening - just a few cuts, scrapes, and bites here and there. A couple of the scratches were fairly severe, yet Maplefrost wasn't really worried about that.
The most troubling injury was the deep gash that ran down the left side of his face. Maplefrost had already guessed that the eye was a lost cause, but he was at least hoping that the medicine cats could, well, patch up the wound before he passed out and died from blood loss.
He was already starting to feel a bit dizzy as he called for the two toms. "Waterheart? Brightflame? I think I need help..." |
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