@
BILL.
Otterstone tilted her head up, processing what the golden Tom
had said.
“If I hadn’t been there many of the cats from the raid on the coyotes would be dead. Wormbite, Goosefury, Quailsnap, Emberfang. And more. You may have fixed Emberfang’s leg, but I was the one who saved his from his disembowlelment at the claws of the coyotes.”
She was steadfast. She might not have wanted with job at the beginning, only taking it for Dirtfur, but now she was going to do her best damn job to keep it. She forged on.
“ If I was demoted, I assume Fawnsqueak would not be acquiring training from me. He would be forced to leave Riverclan for a time for training, leaving a still healing Riverclan without an official healer.”
Her paws itched to start pacing, but she kept herself still. “You can put whatever restrictions you want on me. I can’t leave the camp, I can’t be with a patient without Fawnsqueak by my side. Anything. I will make my mistakes up to you.” Her voice was calm, but firm. She couldn’t loose this.