in paris they knew how to build a monument ]] medics

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Her expression grew even more annoyed. "I'm not telling you to march into raids and try to fuck up as many people as you can, I'm ordering you to learn how to use your claws and teeth in case some shit-face tries to rape you, maim you, or StarClan knows what." Glitchmob was having enough conversation for the day.
    "Also, about the herb trading thing I was going to do, I'll leave Legacy and Surfpaw in charge of that. I want some of us to find healing specialties so we can be better organized when it comes time to heal. Any ideas for this, and who should do what?"
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    Minnie frowned. Oh, yeah, defense training. She taught herself some, but was still awaiting an older feline to train her. "I know some," she sighed, "but not a lot." The fem glanced back at everyone else. "I don't know very much, so it might be easier to teach me specialized skills."


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    Marseilleskit shrugged. [b]"I'm not very good when it comes to patients with shock or mental delusion. I'm better at healing cuts and broken bones and such," she commented. After all, she'd just stuff their faces with thyme and be done with it. She wasn't soothing. She didn't seem like she cared about the patient at all with her apathy, actually.


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