Thistle limped into the healer's den, her leg twisted at an odd angle. She was more than a bit grumpy and wanted this to be done and over with. The stupid badger she decided to fight was old, but still strong and experienced. Her leg twinged in pain and she winced. This could be a problem. Normally, she had a pretty high pain tolerance, but her leg hurt more than any wounds ever did. It could also be due to the fact that she had broken that leg before. Thistle shook her head, "Let's not remember that," she told herself. Thistle stood there, deep in her thoughts about what she could've done better. She sighed. All the answers were, "
Be faster! Be stronger! Show more sense!" The grey and white she-cat growled at herself and waited.
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