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Starfall
Brindlepaw was roused from his sleep by Spiderthroat bleating about....something. In all honesty the young tom didn't know what the deputy wanted, only that he was being called to line up. Not a miracle worker? Herbs? If you're strong enough? A bit of fuzzy contemplation later, and Brindlepaw dragged himself to his paws. So Spiderthroat was going to....what? Fix up the cats here after the rat attack? The rats actually weren't the biggest issue right now, Brindlepaw would much prefer a fix for the current foggy state of his brain or the coughing or the headache or the gunk he was hacking up, but alas. He supposed getting his paw patched up was better than nothing.
He was on his feet, and he was making his way....vaguely in the direction of Spiderthroat. A bit stumbly, but he managed a straight enough track and got over there.
I dunno what you've got he also had no clue what Spiderthroat would need to have
but if you can....I got rat bites. From the rats. So apparently the sickness was having more effect on his mental state than he thought! Lovely! Love the mumbling!
If you, uh, need me to get something I can manage that though. he added. The ounce of energy he forced into his words would hopefully convince Spiderthroat, as his rather haggard frame was unlikely to help his case for some responsibility. He hadn't exactly been grooming lately, or eating as much as he maybe ought, but he was in better shape than some other so that was enough to convince him he should be helping out.