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BILL.
Otterleg strutted into the den, her golden eyes were hard, irritated...
She gazed around the den, this was a dung-show. She could hear screams coming out of Lionsden all day. Cats being shoved in and out, cats dragging things in and out.
Ugh...
She wasn't up for it today.
But she put on a smile, put on her charms (she knew she had them).
She padded in and looked around. A few apprentices scattering before Lionstar, a fish with some berries smushed on top (greeaatee....) and a few other things.
Otterleg padded close to Lionstar, and grinned at him.
"I've been a warrior for thirteen moons, I've gone from losing my leg to climbing my way back to being a great warrior."
She padded around him and back to his front, lighting her tail across his shoulders with a soft smile.
"And now my clan needs someone to heal these sick cats." Her voice hardened with determination. "Dirtfur needs someone to help heal him. He's sick, and even though he can't take care of himself...." She paused, pursing her lips. "The clan cares for all of their cats."