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➳ Splitstorm

Nosing her way into the den and ignoring the pain that came with with, Splitstorm huffed again. She'd decided to come back and just sleep off her late night excursion, managing to slip past the camp guard.

Now though, the deep scratch on her face was beginning to irritate her.

"Rainywhisker," she snapped, not in the mood to even be in here. The herb stench and smell of sickness made her want to gag. Still, she remained however, eyes glancing around for the medicine cat. She didn't bother calling for Frostpaw - the last thing her sour mood needed was to deal with her sass.


// @implimm