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BONERIPPLE
Guest
The smoke is a hellish thing and she is happy they were able to get away from it. She has been passing back and forth along the underground tunnel for a while. Feeling the vibration of those monsters every time they cross the thunderpath. It has her on edge and she's not happy that something like this has even happened. Worse she feels responsible because she kept her dream to herself. Questioning the validity of it and she is sure that Hare Whiskers is looking down upon her with disappointment. Roughly she sighs as she pauses with her weaving between the bodies of her clanmates knowing full well that she needs to stop complaining mentally and do her starclan forsaken job. "Okay. Okay. Those that have burns come see me now. Those that have inhaled smoke from the fire group up with those with burns. I'll be seeing you first. Those with other injuries will be next."
Even worn down her voice holds authority. Something she doesn't actually feel. Her tail snaps back and forth before she starts to sort through her piles of leaves. Herbs wrapped in bundles unravel to show what she had been able to take with her. One such a golden liquid, she gathered by happenstance
Honeycomb. As a medicine cat she is looking for anything that can prove useful. Anything. These to her are just mere treats. Soothing to eat so perhaps it can help ravaged throats.
Even worn down her voice holds authority. Something she doesn't actually feel. Her tail snaps back and forth before she starts to sort through her piles of leaves. Herbs wrapped in bundles unravel to show what she had been able to take with her. One such a golden liquid, she gathered by happenstance
Honeycomb. As a medicine cat she is looking for anything that can prove useful. Anything. These to her are just mere treats. Soothing to eat so perhaps it can help ravaged throats.