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Runningpaw felt her chest relax, the tension no longer needed. He was going to help with he disaster of a tail. It looked like it had been stuck in a fire, taken back out, and plucked of most tufts of fur. It wasn't as bad as Coldsong's, thankfully, and the infection didn't hurt as badly as she'd thought it would. She was just glad to get the pesky thing out of her sight.
Trotting towards the medicine cat, she allowed herself to enter the den. The nauseating smell of herbs almost made her want to vomit. He looked happy with himself for forcing an apology on the young, stubborn she-cat, and she hated it. She wanted to swipe that smug look off his face with her claws. But he'd amputate her tail if she did so, so she decided to stand back. At his surprise, she growled. He may have been mad, but she'd wanted to serve her vlan! It was important to her.
"Well, you'd do the same, from what I can see. Besides, it's not that bad." She huffed, eyes narrowing.