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He was slowly recovering despite having to stay in the medicine den and his nose filled with the smell of tangy herbs that made him sneeze every so often. Wolfpaw was here now and that made him relieved yet he wondered over how Shadowclan was going, hell, he bet a million mice that Shadowclan even missed him or even sent out a search patrol. The thought made his tongue feel sour and his heart ache yet he didn't seem very effected by it as he rested on the next provided to him just feeling very little pains, he wanted to be able to help Wasppaw. . .Not give him another mouth to feed or take care of though the thought of the other still made his heart flutter. He frowned to himself deciding to get just a little bit of sunlight as he poked his head out of the den only to limp outside being careful to not put weight on his injured leg, his scent now smelling of Skyclan, herbs, and Wasppaw. A preferred scent if he was honest with himself, a comforting scent.
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