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Cormorantpaw nodded, satisfied that Buckbranch had only bitten his tongue and sat down heavily at the tortoiseshell’s suggestion of calling it a day. Rolling his neck around and wincing, Cormorantpaw nodded sheepishly, embarrasses that the fall that had taken him out was his own fault.
“Yeah,” he mumbled,
“maybe a break would be good. My neck hurts... come to think of it, everything hurts...” The black and grey tom chuckled at his own words and gave Buckbranch a wry smirk, not wanting the older tom to think he was complaining about training. It had been rough and kinda painful, but Cormorantpaw had enjoyed it nonetheless.