[iliri]

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

Exhausted. Tired. Fumbled. The medicine cat apprentice slowly exited her way out from the narrowed entrance of the medicine den, heavy bags decorated the bottom half of her face as she dragged herself over towards the Stormcrest where Bumblestar’s words echoed in her strained ears. This… felt awkward to be coming out from the medicine den given her current state. Would cats start questioning if she was alright? Would cats quickly start going over and trying to pick at her for her absence at the last meeting? It wasn’t like she could’ve necessarily helped it; she had been injured to the point where she couldn’t do anything for the time being and was being confined to bed rest until her wounds were healed to an extent. It was awful, and it wasn’t like Springpaw had any necessarily high hopes for what was bound to happen. Bumblestar looked angry, but hopefully there wasn’t going to be any ragtag drama that was going to ensue in this meeting. And… well, if that was going to be the case, then so be it, she supposed.

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