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Post by Applefall on May 13, 2014 15:57:43 GMT -6
Applefall limped into the medicine den, her muzzle and shoulders beaten by the claws of one of those moronic DeathClan warriors. The queen gave a hiss at the pain as she sat down, waiting to be assisted.
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Post by Littlefox on May 13, 2014 16:17:00 GMT -6
Distress practically coated Littlefox's visage, her limbs still shaky from what had just occurred. Cats were wounded, the fresh-kill pile was gone, the camp was ultimately trashed, and the nursery had been raided, those DeathClan rats taking a pitiful kit with them.
As expected, cats with wounds that needed treatment were coming in and out of her den with the look of defeat etched on their faces. With a mouth full of marigold and forepaw wrapped in cobwebs ready to be used, Littlefox approached her next patient with a stressed sigh. "Even the queens have taken quite the beating. Those DeathClanners have become such a threat recently; we can only hope their new leader will show us what little mercy he has..." she murmured darkly with clouded eyes. "This is going to sting a little bit."
Chewing the leaves and spitting them back into her free paw, Littlefox lightly dabbed them on the white and ginger queen's fresh wounds.
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Post by Applefall on May 13, 2014 16:42:19 GMT -6
Applefall was off in a daze when she felt the small sting of the herbs. She blinked once, giving a small sigh before speaking. "They took Littlepool's son. Why did Whitehawk let them do it?" she meowed, not expecting an answer from the medicine cat.
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