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||Featherclan she-Warrior||27 Moons old||In shock||
Bluetail rushed to the pair, breath rattling in her lungs.
"Of course I want to help him," she said, astonished, "who in Starclan's name told him that?"
She felt a curl of anger in her belly, and her brow furrowed.
"That's why you tried to kill yourself again...Because someone said that," she murmured with tension laced in her voice, "I don't know how I feel. I'm rattled and high-strung because of all that's happened, I can't begin to think about a life-mate..."
There was a choked noise from her throat, and she tried to keep herself composed.
"Rainclaw, I thought you dead..." she croaked, "...C'mon, let's get you back up to Featherclan. And do me a favour this time; stay in the medicine den til you're better,"
She aided him enough so that he was heaved onto his paws.
"Why do you try to hurt yourself like this?" she asked Rainclaw with hurt in her voice, "it kills me to see a Clanmate suffering..."