[fresh]

A six-moon-old apprentice was stumbling and tripping over her own paws around the clearing, for some reason unable to find the medicine den. Her eyes were wild and her fur spiked up, poking her head in through nearly every single den before finally following the tang of herbs to Shinefang's den. A bit tired by the stumble around the camp, which left her pelt a complete catastrophe, Wolfpaw called into the darker den, "Can I come in? I've got a- thorn- in my- paw- I just can't..." she trailed off, trying to hook it out. The thing didn't budge.

[ @Charmer ]