Newtbelly 
he/him | 24 moons
Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T2, Kitty Softpaws T1
ShadowClan Enforcer
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He resisted the urge to grumble at Sleepysunrise's blunt instructs, and did as he was told. A little seed. It didn't taste of much at all, and for that he was thankful. Sleepysunrise began messing with the moss, tearing it into pieces. He wasn't sure what moss was used for, but he knew it was almost always the first thing used. Seemed like it was to soak up the blood and dirt? Sleepysunrie's next instructions told him as much. He grasped the moss as best he could, and began applying it to his chest - yeesh - he winced in pain as the moisture cleared the blood away. Not nice. Then his cheek - even worse. He tried his best to hold a stoic expression, but the tom was quite obviously wincing in pain. That darn feint. If only he hadn't come in so confident.
He wasn't sure he'd retain many scars from the fight. Those from his and Owlthroat's face off with the fox had almost disappeared beneath a coating of fur - and most of these weren't as deep as the ones created by the canine. He reckoned 6 moons? Was that a fair guess? His ribs, though - that one might be here for the long haul. It hurt like hell, especially where it overlapped with the existing scar. Though, as his head turned to look at it, he did notice that it was barely bleeding. Nothing compared to his cheek.
Silence flooded over them as the medic worked. He wasn't sure he had anything to say to Hazycry. If she were blind, he'd been planning to commend her skills, the way she could sense vibrations and wind changes. Stars, if he hadn't got so stuck on that during the fight, maybe he would have performed better. Still, despite Hazycry's sight, his trick with the pebbles still worked. Even though she could tell he was literally throwing pebbles? Hm. Dumb luck for his end, he guessed. He wouldn't expect most cats to be fooled by such a trick. Newtbelly couldn't say he was upset or angry about Hazycry's deceit - just confused. All he could hold against her was her choice to challenge him, the fact she thought she could do better. His claws flexed, holding the moss to his cheek.
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