[dino.]

// @implimm

>Buckstar<
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The brown and white tom slipped into the medicine den, and the strong scent of herbs hit him almost immediately. He looked like some sort of wilted flower - tail and head low, ears swiveled back, exhaustion and pain glazing his dull eyes. The gash in his shoulder so kindly given by one of those coyotes had begun to hurt, and he was beginning to regret not having it seen to earlier. The scratches down his side and lacing the back of his neck stung something fierce, and for what seemed like the hundreth time that day, he silently cursed Frostpaw's name.

He felt awkward and, oddly enough, even a little nervous as he opened his mouth to alert Rainywhisker of his presence. He couldn't help but wonder what his Clanmates would think if they saw him getting treatment for something so minor. "Rainywhisker?" he called softly. "I, uh- I've got a- a thing. That needs to be taken care of. Yeah."