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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw was in camp, sitting on his haunches while reaching a paw up to feel his recently torn ear. He earned the fresh tear in the fight with BloodClan, and it hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. He thought it was torn completely off but, thankfully, that wasn't the case.


    The apprentice looked back at his paw, seeing that there was no more blood. He had cleaned it himself, but he still probably needed the right herbs to heal it. Which ones, he would wonder. He was no medicine cat, after all.
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    "Doin' okay?" Otterbrook asked, regarding the striped tabby with a soft gaze. He hadn't come into the medicine den, and herbs were tight enough as it was. A scratch would heal; greencough would not. Still, that didn't mean he felt good about it. A torn ear had to hurt.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw glanced up to Otterbrook, olive eyes softened with calmness. He placed his paw down and murmured, "Fine." He tried not to think about the stinging pain coming from his left ear. "That pregnant BloodClanner almost tore it clean off."


    Stripedpaw now felt bad about even attacking the female. What if he hurt the unborn kits? He paused for a second, gazing at the ground, before looking back to Otterbrook. "Why would BloodClan even let a pregnant cat out of their camp, anyways?" He questioned in a concerned manner, guilt gnawing at him. "It's not...moral."
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    "BloodClan isn't moral," mumbled Dawnpaw as she padded forward. Hazel eyes locked on the wounded apprentice, the she-cat shook her head. "I'm sorry about your ear. It looks like it hurts a lot." That was the most she could think to say and she fell fast into silence, looking between the duo.

    Otterbrook shook his head sadly. "Only StarClan knows," he meowed simply in response, choosing to sit down by the pale tabby. He offered a small smile to Dawnpaw as she walked up. "Heh. That's true; I hope they don't try something like that again, but knowing BloodClan..."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]"BloodClan isn't moral."


    Stripedpaw managed a soft chuckle at that statement and he responded with a shrug, "That's true, I guess." To Dawnpaw's concern for his wound, he would give a nod of thanks. "It does...I hope it stops stinging soon."


    Otterbrook's words would raise slight alarm in Stripedpaw. He was absolutely right. They could attack right now for all he knew. Stripedpaw shook his head and said, "BloodClan shouldn't even be allowed to call themselves a clan." He heard the stories of BloodClan's history. They were formed from rogues and loners and kittypets alike, not forest cats. "I mean, ShadowClan can act mousebrained sometimes but at least they follow the Warrior Code."
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