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Dreamkit winced from where she sat in camp, feeling the sting of her burn blisters under her fur. She wasn't really 'injured' per say, if anything she'd been merely scalded but being a kit she hadn't really developed tough skin yet. As far as she was concerned this sh*t stung!
The child slouched her shouldered as she nursed her tender blisters with an ice pack. Anybody passing by could tell that the kit was pretty pissed off, and she silently vowed to get back at ShadowClan when she was older.
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