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Dawnglare had turned a blind eye as she limped away from the medicine cat den a few sunrises ago. When she ducks beneath the hazel bushagain, it is with a puffy little robin in her jaws. Inmates lie in various positions of slumber, some not even in one at all, and she ignores them in favor of a chocolate-y whorl of burrs and cobwebs near the back of the den.

Cherrypaw deposits the catch a mouse-length away from @FANG 's nose. Oh, she hadn't even checked if he was awake yet. The stars had just begun to peek out from the retreating curtain of day when she had finished ridding the ticks of their elders, which was all she was deemed fit for given the miasma of poultice lingering on her wrist. "Ahem." She clears her throat, peering down imperiously at SkyClan's newest member. Or was it just resident? Captive? Visitor? She doesn't doubt Blazestar's magnanimity, but she hasn't heard much talk of staying where the clan cats had dragged him back to either.

She regards the scruffy thing in his scruffier bed with an unfamiliar sense of curiosity. "I brought this for you," she meows quietly, almost as if it would make up for him preventing the rogues from tearing more of her skin off.​