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CandyFlossCat
Morningblue padded heavily into Thunderclan camp. His muscles ached from the exhaustion of the fight, and he was beginning to feel some weakness from blood loss. Dried blood streaked his face where he'd been badly clawed by the rogue.
Medicine den. Wheatfur will help. He thought heavily. In truth, he'd rather have made his way straight to his nest and gotten some rest, but his sister Jaystorm had made him promise to get his scratchs looked at.