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The medicine cat den is more crowded than Ravenpaw had ever seen it. Without Beesong, though, it feels terribly empty.
Ravenpaw woke. It was a normal nightmare, relatively harmless. He had seen yet another patrol come into camp. This time their wounds were festering in strange and colorful ways—with flowers blooming out of them. Ravenpaw was perplexed. When he woke up, if he were any more of a numbskull, he would have thought it was a sign from StarClan. He stretched his paws out so his toes reached the end of his nest. One eye opened to see the battle-battered form of Dovepaw across from him. The deep mark that Ravenpaw had fretted over seemed to have opened again—there is a red stain in the cobweb/
"Are you up, Dovepaw?" He whispered. It was one of the first times he he had spoken more than two words to the other apprentice since their fight.
@dovepaw.
Ravenpaw woke. It was a normal nightmare, relatively harmless. He had seen yet another patrol come into camp. This time their wounds were festering in strange and colorful ways—with flowers blooming out of them. Ravenpaw was perplexed. When he woke up, if he were any more of a numbskull, he would have thought it was a sign from StarClan. He stretched his paws out so his toes reached the end of his nest. One eye opened to see the battle-battered form of Dovepaw across from him. The deep mark that Ravenpaw had fretted over seemed to have opened again—there is a red stain in the cobweb/
"Are you up, Dovepaw?" He whispered. It was one of the first times he he had spoken more than two words to the other apprentice since their fight.
@dovepaw.