Faithpaw could barely hobble to the Thunderclan leader's den with the weird feeling of her paws not being able to register the touch of the forest floor. With the lack of medicine cats the apprentice was told to stay in one place and heal, the apprentice felt that she laid around long enough and wanted to do something for a change. Stopping at the leader's den the cream tabby gathered her courage and with a small, squeaky voice the molly spoke,
"Mr. Buckstar? May I speak with you?"
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Owlwatcher padded to his clan camp with defeat booming in his heart. He just gained the love of his life and lost her just as quickly. The brown maine-coon lost track of the days and nights he scavenged the territory searching for his precious Mumblefoot. Coming empty-paw broked the tom's heart as he walked to Buckstar's den.
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Slushie