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Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life
Gorsepaw blinked open her eyes, realising she had fallen asleep on the floor last night. The apprentice was a little startled when the old Tom shoved her with her creaking paw. "Oh...right." She sat up, sleepily. It was healing pretty well. It had closed up nicely and would probably start to scab or scar soon. Then maybe GorsePaw could leave.
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Grunting with the effort of walking, Shinefang moved toward the apprentice's stump tail and pulled the webs off, slowly. Instantly, he got a face full of the scent of a wound. It was covered by scabs, which was good, but it was still an infection risk and would be for some time. "Well the good news is, it's healing well. The bad news is I've smelled foxdung that smelled nicer." The tom began walking toward his herb shelf to fetch some new webs, but he only got a few steps before the pain in his legs was too much, and he had to stop. He grunted as he lowered himself to the ground to lie on the cold medicine den floor. "Gorsepaw, do me a favor and grab one of my poppy seed packets? They're on the bottom shelf there, he said, pointing with his tail. The beech leaves." Willowbark was not going to cut it today.