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    CloudPaw had been right to assume everyone was bleeding out these day's. Thus? The tiny female had done something nice for the Medic's today. Instead of hurting herself hunting again? The apprentice had went out searching the forest for cob web's and bleeding herbs!


    Now, the tiny ebony female was making as much noise as she could to get they're attention outside the den. When they came out? They'd have an apprentice covered in cob webs with goose grass, Burdock leaves, Horse tail, and marigold, mostly the petals in a leaf, since she couldn't carry that many plant's on her own and she was mute. hard to ask for help! Not that this amount was much with Bloom being so small, but it was something.

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    Attracted by the noise of stomping, but no voices, the border collie unevenly shuffled to the entrance of the cave. "Sweet, thanks Bloomingpaw," Cloudpaw barked with a small nod, starting to unravel the mass of cobwebs off of the apprentice's pelt. His observant steel blue eyes spotted a spider crawling around and flicked it off. With this much cobwebs, it wasn't surprising to find one or two.

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    [align=center]TEMPLATE © WINNIE


    [sub]info — powers — tags — [abbr=fortylines, calico, he/him]ghosts[/abbr]
    telepathy — thinking — writing
    #frenchywc

    The female was smiling wide when they started thanking her, starting to try get the cob web's off her pelt, since she looked more white than ebony. Green eyes shone bright, despite her constant shivering. These thing's where sticky and all that good stuff.


    Spider that had been on her? Seemed to creep her out slightly, pressing subtly close to CloudPaw, looking herself over for another, finding two more and ripping them off, eating them. Considering the protein value, and the fact she couldn't really hunt? She was fine eating bugs. Why couldn't she hunt, well she had plant's wrapped around her paw, which if they tried to take, they'd find they regrew quickly as they where picked, wrapping around her paw's, and preventing use of her claws.

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    [size=25pt]marseillespaw{{[/size]
    roleplaying && [color=#9AC0CD][b]"speaking"     && thoughts


    Marseillespaw nodded her thanks at the femme.


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    #marsiewindclan