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Post by Mistybreeze on Jun 11, 2015 18:23:14 GMT -6
[For: Crowwing only, it's only a sprain on her front right paw]
Mistybreeze had been avoiding ever going into the medicine den for she didn't want to see Crowwing. How could she see someone who she used to like become a medicine cat? She was half wishing he wasn't even in there when she peaked her head through.
She had hurt her paw when she was out hunting, alone of course. She hardly goes anywhere with anyone any more. If I only hadn't been hunting by Treeclan! She thought with anger. She had tripped on a tree branch that must have fallen from one of there dumb trees, and she landed weird on her paw and now it was throbbing and it hurt any time she touched it.
Mistybreeze cleared her throat and gave a big gulp. Why are you so nervous? Its not like he ever really liked you...He had had Cherryheart at his mate..Not you...What does any of that matter? She asked her self. She sighed and finally started to speak.
"Uh....Crowwing, you in here?"
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Post by Crowwing on Jun 11, 2015 21:44:32 GMT -6
"I believe so," he playfully replied seeing such a familiar face. Mistybreeze. What a surprise to see her here. She was not the type to get hurt. There had to be something wrong with her if she was here.
"What's the matter Mistybreeze?" Concern. He did not yet notice her paw for he just barely seen her. "You look like you've just spoke to Cloudclan."
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Post by Mistybreeze on Jun 12, 2015 13:11:46 GMT -6
"Uh...No..Nothing like that...Its just my paw.." she said limping a bit more into the den. "Its just a little sore so if you don't have time thats is okay" she said starting to turn around.
I should of just let it heal on its own..It would of been fine she thought. She hated how Crowwing always knew something was wrong, she hadn't seen him in moons yet he still seemed to know her pretty well. And yet she had changed so much since than.
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Post by Crowwing on Jun 22, 2015 13:45:56 GMT -6
Crowwing watched as she limped towards him. "It's more than just a little," he commented, before heading to the inventory. Coltsfoot. That's what he needed. Although the stock was low, he'd use it on.
Grabbing a couple of the leaves, he came back to his friend and frowned. "You know that I can't turn down a cat," he mumbled before chewing on the herb to create a pulp. "I'm going to spread this on your paw pads."
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