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Rani
The disgraced former medicine cat was both guilty and relieved to have a chance to occupy the medicine den, at least for a bit. She missed it. She hadn't realized how good it felt to sleep alone, away from prying eyes. So, with a guilt-heavy heart, she convinced herself to move her nest into the herby den, justifying the decision by insisting that someone might need her help during the night.
Just as she approached the den, she heard a mouthful whine. Her nose was trained to smell blood from a mile away, too. She quickly approached its source and discovered a young warrior. Her eyes quickly scanned their body, looking for any design of injury. They were missing a back leg, but otherwise only seemed to have some sort of wound in their foot.
"Are you alright? You seem to have stepped on something." the former medicine cat said in what was a more emotional voice than she'd intended. Stepping forward, she extended her paw, urging the warrior to show them what had transpired.