[SuspiciousMindz]

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Medicine Cat | ThunderClan Entity
Silver Tongue T1 | Monkey's Paw [active] | Worldweaver T2 | Nightmare Fuel T2
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The Bengal would slink from the darkness of the Medicine Cat Den. Her fur was rather ruffled, for what reason? No one would really know. Even Treetiger wasn't sure. It was hard to know what was going on in that den these days, allowing cats to come and go as they pleased and apparently letting Mudhound take herbs and break the typical traditions of grounding all the injured.

Instead, Treetiger stood idly near Mudhound, ready to step in and catch them if they stumbled. Them or the duo that they INSISTED on bringing along. They wanted to do that? Fine. But not without her. Not when her status was under the tense gaze of the entire clan and the mercy of Bumblebreak's claws.

While she awaited the instructions, her eyes and head lolled around, avoiding stares, avoiding her clanmates. She wanted to pretend she wasn't here, but unfortunately, her anxiety knew otherwise. Her gaze would flitter towards the shadows of the camp, looking out for a familiar silhouette of her closest friend. Hopefully they'd tag along too.

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