[BEAR.]

Commotion called Cowtuft from him, thankfully. He had no intent in being further treated by the healer despite his urgings.

Taking the poppy seed was a risk he did not want to repeat. Scorchedfang was fortunate the poison on that herb was no so potent, or he might not live to see another day. Keeping up appearances was important..

So, despite feeling pretty shoddy still from the mild poisoning, he left the den to see what all the ruckus was about. There was no masking the surprise of how things had escalated - a seemingly normal treatment got wrong, as dead collected in the clearing. Cowtuft was at a loss; the least surprising part, as he seemed to be poor at tracking his herb supply.

Peachfrost. Scorchedfang enjoyed this moron. She wasn't wrong about Cowtuft being responsible -- anyone who handed out herbs, really - but her little fit of passion did not help her case. Pure satisfaction iced his veins as Twilightstar cast her out. A fitting conclusion to the tale of the WindClan clanist.

Still, that left the concern of whether she would attempt to follow through on her words of killing Cowtuft. But, why would he voice this? Letting this play out was far more entertaining.

He lingered outside the den for a moment, wanting to see how this would wrap up. When the curtains drew, he would retire back inside and resume his attempts at napping. Maybe when he awoke, this dreaded ache would be gone.