Runningpaw felt her gaze grow sour as the cat called out. She was fine, wasn't she? Oh, wait, no she was not. Or so Littlewish kept telling her. Apparently her tail was infected, and this, and that, and she should go an d get it healed. Blah, blah, blah. She was well enough to go on a Starclan-forsaken patrol! For goodness sake! She was good to go on any quest, mission, journey, walk, hunt, fig- OUCH. Glancing at the mangled mess, she growled at it. It wasn't that bad. Grumbling her way towards the medicine den, she sighed, defeated.
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Littlewish jolted from the warriors den, stumbling a bit in the process.
Oh my clumsy feet! He yelped, shaking his head. Things were starting off great today. But, he was eager to get into one of those patrols. After all, he fulfills he needed to get out. Things were not doing very well with him being all cooped up and lonely.
"Hey! Brindlejaw! D'ya think I could be in a patrol?" He mewed, smiling. He really didn't want to stay here all day. It would be so boring. Besides, if there wasn't any room, he'd just hung by himself. Things would be fine, then.