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Audibly puffing, the warrior settled down, outstretching his injured leg in order to keep some sort of comfort. Waiting was not a strong point, he only displayed patience for the patter of the paws of his prey. Ears perking up as his head lazily turned to Bramblepool, he clawed the ground once again.
"You'll earn your place in StarClan for your patience alone," he replied, tail squishing in the small nest he made for himself. "Can you not go out and chat to your clanmates? Cats could have injuries they do not wish to tell you." He would be the same, after all. Sometimes, pride could be the worst enemy of a cat.

