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Rainquail
Rosebriar honestly hadn’t wanted the three-pawed Coldamber to look after her, but she was a medicine cat. As much as she hated deformities, and felg a little queasy looking at the stump where her paw should’ve been, she had to admit that a medicine cat deserved respect. It wasn’t like she had to silence her thoughts, but Coldamber was a much different case than Twistedface.
“It wasn’t a cat,” she meowed, trying to keep her voice casual and smooth, although it was tight with pain.
“It was some kind of raptor. A huge one, too. It attacked me while I was checking the ShadowClan border, supposed to be on a border patrol.” Rosebriar allowed herself to scoff.
“Yet the others weren’t bothered in coming, so I had to deal with it myself.” Her fur prickled.