SLEEP UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN }} p, Greymatter

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★ [size=3pt]--[/size] Throughout living in Colouredclan, Pastel was aware that her family blood extended more than just her, Whitegold and her siblings, she never really thought much of it, family was just a normal thing. But as she talked to others she realized that most of them had no relatives that they really talked to. Slowly, she began to appreciate the fact that her family was so closely knit.


    Pastelcub limped over to Greymatter's den, her left paw not hitting the ground as she walked. The tiger cub blinked right outside of her den before calling out to the medic. "Aunty!" She mewed, "I hurt my paw while playing at camp." [size=1pt]spacehere[/size][hr]

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    [sub]☾ //aaah, I'm sorry for the late reply! I've been really busy ^^'


    Greymatter wasn't sure if she felt that their family was tightly-knit. They were bound together by a shared past, one that she recently rediscovered. She had wanted to grow closer to Whitegold, but the tiger pushed her away repeatedly. Lullabysong was often disappearing and fleeting in her life. Her nature as a ghost, she supposed.


    "Hello Pastel," Greymatter gave her niece a soft smile, "What did you do to cause it to hurt? Does it hurt when you place pressure on it?"


    She grabs her basket full of herbs and comes closer to examine the injured paw.





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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★ [size=3pt]--[/size] //nono, you're fine!


    Pastel smiled at the sight of her aunt and her fluffy fur. The cub blinked as Greymatter asked how she hurt herself, she did keep tripping over herself while playing moss ball, but she didn't know what stumble hurt her paw. "Uh, I kept tripping while playing moss ball," She answered. The small tigress then put pressure on her paw while rocking back and forth on it. "and um, yeah it hurts a little." Pastelcub finished.[size=1pt]spacehere[/size][hr]

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    [sub]☾ "Hmm," Greymatter hummed, "I can give you some chamomile for the pain. Doesn't sound like it's broken or else it'd hurt a lot more. Mind if I take a look at it?"


    She says as she aims to reach towards the paw in question.


    //is it sprained or just simply hurts?





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