"I don't need medical attention for a splinter I can pull out on my own." he huffed hotly, not at pleased with being fussed over for something so minor. The clan was already struggling to prepare in time for leadfbare and the last thing he wanted to do was waste the time of both himself anda medicine cat by having them stop what they were doing to yank out the little wooden intrusion-- something he was entirely capable of doing on his own, thank you.
Unfortunately, his patrolmates were insistent that he shouldn't mess with it, and he was forced to endure the burn of humiliation in his ears as he returned to camp and limped his way over to to the gorse bush where the faint smell of herbs could be found on the chilly wind. He hesitated in the entrance, having not been inside for nearly a moon-- since his dying mother took her final breaths.
Clearing his throat and pushing the thought away, he called out to the healer within. "Um, hello? I've picked up a splinter while out on patrol and they've told me I shouldn't pull it out on my own." he explained, trying not to let his irritation toward his over-reactive patrolmates from bleeding into his voice. "I could save you the trouble and do it myself if you like? It's really not that bad..."
And it wasn't. It would bleed and be sore for a while, but if it was kept clean he'd bare no risk of infection. To Mink, this appearence was more of a formality than anything, meant to keep ease the worries of an anxious clanmate rather than truly benefit him in any way. Or maybe, the others just knew how easy it was for an inexperienced cat to leave pieces of the splinter behind or something.
Either way, he wasn't all that keen on being there any longer than he had to be.
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