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Appearance: Black with high white and copper eyes
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Seven of Sushi wrote:Username: Seven of Sushi
Name: Swiftleaf
Age: 28 moons [2.4 years old]
Gender: Tom [Male]
Rank: Medicine Cat
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Appearance: Black with high white and copper eyes
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Violent howling winds whipped snow through the air lowering Swiftleaf's vision to mere feet in front of himself. Chunks of snow and ice clung, matted into his chest, belly, and paw fur. Perhaps the young tom cat should've made the Starpool his temporary home until the storm passed, but Swiftleaf felt uneasy leaving his clan without their medicine cat for longer than needed. With growing tensions with a neighboring clan and rouges there was certainly be injuries needing treated sooner rather than later.
So once he'd finished his meeting with Starclan, Swiftleaf hurried to leave when only small flakes of snow floated down from the dark clouds above. If it stays like this home will be in sighting no time! At least that's what Swiftleaf had expected as he departed back towards his clan. It was when night would soon wash over the land that Swiftleaf found himself hopelessly stuck in a blizzard somewhere between Petalclan territory and an old logging cabin.
Shaking off some snow that had collected on his pelt he hurried forward, eyes squinted painfully to try and make out the path in front of him. Hard as it was to make out in the harsh snow Swiftleaf was able to make out the shambles of the logging cabin. Hurrying forward the young tom cat stumbled over a fallen sapling that lay buried under the snow. The motion sent him into a broken barbed wire fence, the metal thorns snagging on his fur and shredding the skin.
Crying out in pain, scarlet droplets stained the snow, Swiftleaf staggered forward. The wound wasn't deep enough to make the medicine cat worry, but it was enough to need tending to as the rusty metal had made multiple small cuts along his right flank. Climbing back onto his paws the cat made his way, more carefully, into the cabin through the off hinged door. This would offer him shelter from the storm and allow him to cover the wound with cobwebs until the storm let up. Petalclan will be alright without me for a little bit, I'm sure
of it. With that Swiftleaf went along his business to make this place his home for the night.
It would be a story for his clan when he returned and for future kits when they would surely ask about the scars.
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