[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
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162/200
9 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

Uuuuggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh another stupid hurt ankle!! This was, like, the second in as many moons. As Nettlepaw approaches where Hollowpaw is sitting near Wolfhawk, pouring over some of their herbs and debating just how much longer he could keep some of the more perishable ones (most of the moss was fine... except for a small bit that was definately too brown and brittle to be useful anymore... but getting rid of it would decrease their stores and with already so little it didn't sit well with him).

"Move it," he instructs with a glare and an irritated flick of his ear. "How much pressure can you put on it before you're crying like a little kit?" He knows that he should probably feel the joint to make sure it's not broken, but Wolfhawk can do that. Hollowpaw doesn't want to touch that cat - nothing against Nettlepaw, but if Hollowpaw has to touch another cat today he's going to scream. Stars, his skin is crawling just thinking about it! So he fixes Wolfhawk with a look that says 'I don't want to entertain this right now' and puts the moss he'd been looking through away again. If Nettlepaw could limp their way into the medicine den without breaking down into tears, there probably wasn't a break to worry about.

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