Sweetpaw shook her head. "No." She replied a little harshly. Her paw was fine. Just a wrenched claw. It only throbbed dully anyway. There was no need for Hawkclaw to look at it. And she wouldn't be able to go hunting either. The apprentice stood as tall as she could, staring the tom in the eye, tail tip twitching from side to side in profound aggitation.




