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Originally Posted by Cave
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Agaveheart sat in her den arranging herbs and trying to take in the sights and smells of her new home. It had only been a few sunsets ago that she was living alone starving half to death, and while she hadn't yet filled out yet she was far better than the state she had been in when she had arrived. The brown she-cat's breath blew out on the leaves she had recently gathered, the scent was finally becoming a familiar one to her. She turned her towards the outside world and gently mewed "now I wonder when I will get someone to treat," I have a point to prove to someone, she added silently.
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The creamy tabby limped into the musty den their from left paw held up as they stopped. The feline had stepped on a thorn and had found out the hard way they couldn't get it out by themselves. Now their paw pad was soar and a bit swollen from being nipped. Bayberrypaw didn't know the new medicine cat and frankly they didn't care as long as the car could was their pain. This was so unpleasant!
Stopping at the entrance the tabby peered in spotting an old molly in the dim light. "Uh.. um Agaveheart?" They questioned uncertain if they said her name right. And honestly the older apprentice didn't much like speaking up much. "I, uh, stepped on a thorn and can't get it out." They admitted lowering their head a bit. Yet their olive green eyes stayed on the older feline.