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Post by Cheetahfur on Jul 9, 2014 8:23:52 GMT -6
Cheetahfur padded into the medicine cat's den, head and tail hanging low. She had suffered two battles worth of scars without going to a medicine cat, and her growing belly wasn't helping much either. A sharp kick made her wince, and she growled quietly, "Settle down in there, will ya? I dont' want anyone knowing about you." She was fairly certain that her kitten couldn't hear her, and even if it did, it probably wouldn't understand. She wasn't in the medicine cat's den for help about her pregnancy, though. She was there to check out her injuries. She was racked with about four bites and about half a dozen of scratches. And rip by her shoulder that wasn't created by teeth nor claws. Actually, she wasn't sure where that one came from. Probably heard about her scar party and decided to join it. "Forestbreak?" she called, then winced with pain. "Or Clovepetal" her voice grew smaller and she sat down, panting with the effort to actually stand up.
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