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"Well, I'm sure if you're desperate you could always ask. I could always sneak out hunting once this stupid thing is better," he mewed, shaking his wounded leg as he spoke. A chuckle escaped his vocal chords--was he finally on the good side of the medicine cat? That was certainly for the better, considering the alternative was never having a wound healed.
"I won't let it stop my hunting, I can assure you." Swishing his tail, he performed his hunter's crouch--prematurely leaping out of it due to a shock of pain striking the wound. Shrieking like a newborn kit, he stumbled back, simultaneously refusing to look at Bramblepool right in the eyes.

