ѕιngιngjay | ♀ | мed caт | 38 мoonѕ
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[tagged; open] Sighing, Singingjay licked her clean wet paws and slipped back into her den. She tidied up the stores and wondered when her other denmates would return. Hopefully there will be herbs, she thought. Settling into her nest, she figured she should stay put in case anyone else got injured, seeing as she was the only medicine cat in the camp.
wнιтeвιrcн | ♂ | warrιor | 36 мoonѕ
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[tagged; Moonpaw, Mink] Whitebirch wanted to snap or attack the cat, but he knew that wasn't who he was. Plus, who was to say that she'd stay away if he drove her off? She might just cause more trouble for the clan or, worse, hurt someone. "That's not for me to decide," he mewed, letting his fur lie flat. His tail still twitched with irritation, but otherwise he was calm. "We'll take her to Dapplestar. She can join the clan or get help and be on her way." He didn't mention anything else as he spun and beckoned for the others to follow. At the very least, he hoped, this she-cat could see the clan and realize what she was up against if Dapplestar refused to take her in. Then again, he was worried about Moonpaw; he seemed keen on helping her, what if he ended up doing so against their leader's wishes?