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"This useless wound," the tom hissed as he hobbled back into the den once again. It was later in the day and he had to miss out on the hunting and border patrols. One rock had ruined all his fun, which frustrated him further as he elevated his leg.
"Where's the leaves again? The pain's still there, not like you'd care," he grumbled, eyes strayed to the herbs in Bramblepool's collection.

