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Originally Posted by Myik
Wildpaw huffed, straightening her body. She rested her head on her paws. Her blue eyes looked up at Daypaw. "So... You're the new medicine cat huh? You would think Starclan would chose some cat a bit...Older?" She had begun to hate starclan, the She-cat hatted them for letting her have nightmares and breaking her spine. Wildpaw rested her head on her paws again, clawing the moss. "Try not to move while I do my job" She couldn't move didn't they know that?! "Fun Fact, you know my spine? It's broken, can't really move much." Wildpaw was going to say something else, but cut herself off. Daypaw could give her the wrong herbs or not help her at all. Wildpaw grumbled, flicking her ears as she glared at the floor. |
¨Starclan doesnt know what they are doing half the time, Im sure this isnt an exception.¨ the apprentice muttered under their breath. The picked up the repsective herb, Broom, and started to chew it. They had seen kestrel do this many times when passing the den at moment, they were sure this was no different. ¨It doesnt matter my age if Ive seen more then an elder in my life time.¨ their voice was slightly muffled from the herbs being chewed in their mouth, the herb leaving a bitter taste in their mouth. Their eyes felt heavy, all they wanted to do was sleep. But it seemed everytime they closed their eyes it was a struggle, a flash of hell itself. They made their way to the apprentices leg, touching it with a paw. ¨Do you feel anything remotely? Any pressure?¨