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Originally Posted by BEAR.
Days trickled by, and slowly Wolfpaw was feeling a bit better. He was visibly shaky, weakened by a combination of the poison that had coursed through him, and the lack of activity from almost two moons of bedrest.
But he was determined. Outside of the meeting and Bumba's den, he hadn't been out much and he wanted.. to be more than some gaunt scrap wasting away.
He only managed to get a few fox-lengths away from Bumba's den before he had to pause, hunched down while he tried to recompose himself. He was.. so tired already.
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Fawnpaw
Fawnpaw was trotted around the clearing, trying to pass time once she saw Wolfpaw. Looking at her cobwebs that covered the left side of her face, her back, and shoulders,
she walked over to them. "Are you ok? Need anything?" She asked softly, not wanting to upset the other apprentice.