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Post by Emberstorm on Jun 25, 2014 18:22:40 GMT -6
Yes it was him, now cut, bruised and bleeding. Falling on a crowd of cats did not feel quite good nor did being dragged by their lovely dictator, Vale feel so great. He had minor cuts and plenty of bruises everywhere. On top of that, he had a long cut on his right side and a small cut under his left eye. He hoped neither of scar or that wouldn't look so good. No wounds really looked good on a cat in general. Hey Brightflame. You there? he called out. His felt a bit light-headed, he must of bashed it on the ground which would explain why it was hard to get back up. What could he of forgotten if he did? It's not like he had much left to remember. Well he had to get these wounds patched up, he had an Apprentice to look after.
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Post by Brightflame on Jun 25, 2014 20:12:57 GMT -6
There was too much marigold here, Brightflame decided as he stared intently at the open entrance of the herb store. Technically there was actually just the right amount for the number of injuries that required marigold to treat, the problem was that there were too many injuries lately. Part of the problem could definitely be aided by the needless fighting that had happened, but a large portion of the injuries were caused by cats being careless, or by clanmates fighting with each other over mates. It was completely purposeless, and Brightflame had briefly considered refusing to treat those clan members, but regardless of injury it was still his job to treat them.
At this point in his thoughts, a familiar warrior limped into the den, requesting his help. This cat looked bad, really bad, and Brightflame put on his most professional facade. "Wait here and explain what happened in detail while I get everything prepared." He instructed before running into the den and retrieving marigold, horsetail, cobwebs and some poppy seeds before returning to the injured patient and setting to work organizing everything.
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Post by Emberstorm on Jun 28, 2014 20:20:03 GMT -6
Our occupiers felt it amusing to fling me into a crowd because I apparently led and uprising. In my defense, I did suggest the idea, but advised against such action. Now look. he showed a few of his cuts and bruises. He was a mess at best and that was not a good thing. His current status in general at times made him public enemy number one, but he could care less. He had a scapegoat. Those younger Warriors would have to possibly pay later on, if Deathclan ever left. Then they could do some work for the clan and hopefully the Senior Warriors could 'forget' their little mishap. He looked around the den hopefully, knowing Brightflame would soon return.
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