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Post by Kibbles on Oct 4, 2015 4:16:45 GMT
"Bear, gather some cats. We're going hunting," Duskblaze stated. His words were slurred and slightly muffled. His cheek was being herd together by cobwebs and herbs as it tried to heal. Of course, with the way he was, always wanting to do something to help the clan, it wasn't healing correctly. It often reopened itself and he was constantly being seen by Eveningblaze because of it.
He couldn't just sit here, though. He had to go do something. After all, Honeyheart just sat there, and looked at what happened. He wasn't about to be compared to that lazy she-cat. He was going to do what he promised Marshclan. He was going to be a leader and help them with the warrior duties. Even if it killed him. At the rate things were going with his wound, though, it will probably kill him.
He saw the look Bear gave him and he just gave the tom a sharp look back. Clearly the tom didn't want to start anything at the moment, so he went off to find some cats for the patrol.
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