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    "Come now, fellows, we aren't going to have any trouble, are we?"


    "Sure, sure. We don't pick on the weak ones," teased an enormous feline, slamming Ben's long muzzle to the ground with a mere flick of his muscular paw. "Go take your precious remedies and move on." A canine carelessly tossed a little bag onto the unsuspecting short dog, knocking him down. They chuckled as they left him in the dust.


    A few nicks were on his muzzle, and he huffed as he rose to his paws and shook his pelt. "Brutes. Savages," he muttered bitterly, opening his pouch and digging through to make sure none of his herbs were touched. "Ah, good, good." He smiled and took the pouch in his jaws. New life lesson learned - don't pick fights with big cats and huge wild dogs.


    The little yet curiously bold Pembroke Welsh Corgi moved onward, straight into the arms of a Clan he had never heard of. The scent of the herbs messed with his sense of smell, making him unaware that he had just crossed into a territory rightfully belonging to a group.

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    PROMISES I CAN'T KEEP



    Pandora would be waking along the border. Her depressed demeanor filling her and she finally would pick her eyes up from how they where locked on the ground and finally flick her ears as she heard yelping of something. She would look around for the noise finally finding a tiny dog of some kind, trespassing in Stormclan territory. "H-hey, umm I think you s-should stop!"



    "Gah! Clearly startled, the pouch dropped from Bentley's jaws, and he turned to see a feline telling him to stop. Well, it was better than those bullies from before coming back to torment him. "...Oh. Have I passed into some territory? Really...I didn't mean it. Where am I?" the corgi inquired.

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    "Stormclan territory. Calm down." A petite she-cat walked calmly into view while staring at Bently through narrowed eyes, "I'm Moonbeam, the medic here, who are you?" Moonbeam didn't bother to ask what the corgi was doing here since he clearly had no clue. Her voice was much sharper and in control than Pandora's which in turn made her slightly more intimidating. Moonbeam padded forward more to get closer to the dog as she sniffed his muzzle, "You smell like herbs but it doesn't look like your wounds were tended to." The she-cat stepped back after making the observation.

    Scent lines. She had been sending out more hunting patrols than border patrols as of late to try and make sure they had enough food for the move. Though that didn't mean the borders could be totally neglected. Some border patrols went out, though Blazestar decided she wanted to check them herself to see how they were doing. Did she need to send out more border patrols? She couldn't risk StormClan being attacked now. Their energy needed to be focused on moving, not healing. It was clear to her that the borders were ok, but could use a touch up here and there. This became even more clear as a commotion rang out nearby. Pandora's voice and a startled exclamation rang out, quickly catching her attention. The ginger feline drew forwards, swiftly making her way through the undergrowth. She knew this territory like the back of her paw, it wasn't hard for her to navigate. A neutral expression would be present on her face, rarer for her but she didn't see why she should smile. As Blazestar got closer more words came to her ears, causing her to relax. They weren't here to harm anyone, they were simply unaware they had trespassed. Blazestar came onto the scene as well, hopefully not appearing threatening. She wouldn't say anything but looked at the canine- he had a few nicks on his muzzle that should probably be looked at before infection, but Moonbeam seemed to have that covered. Blazestar thought this unaware that the other had a plethora of medicinal knowledge, it was simply a reflex from her medicine cat days. The ginger shecat would stand there, waiting for the scene to play out.

    A Clan - thank goodness. Not a gang of rogues that were willing to roast him on their nearby spit. "My name's Bentley. Bentley Harbringer." A medic, hmm? That was even more relieving. He felt quite comfortable around those who were also practicing medicine. He also saw another feline next to Moonbeam and dipped his head a bit before returning to the inquisitive she-cat.


    "H-Herbs, yes. They're mine, for my travels." The corgi didn't like the thought of offering his pouch to them in exchange for some shelter or simply letting him go, but it was worth a shot - he'd find more anyway. "Feel free to t-take them if you'd like," he stammered, gently pushing the tiny bag towards the female cat. "I'd just like a bit of shelter, perhaps, if you've room to spare for another being." He took note of her observations on his nicks but didn't address them, for he could tend to them himself with the assistance of some kind of mirror or a mere puddle. Of course, that was unnecessarily ardous.

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    Moonbeam's face twisted with confusion and surprise before pushing the bag back towards the corgi, "Don't be ridiculous. We'll take you in for no or minimal charge. That and I need to tend to your muzzle before the nicks get infected so we'll need to head back to camp anyways. While you have herbs, I highly doubt you have any bandages or cobwebs." The medic flicked her tail to signal the corgi to follow her as she started to walk out of the clearing.

    A wide grin appeared on his nicked muzzle when the bag was handed back to him. So they'd spare his herbs - great! He was more content with the fact that he'd easily take him in for just about nothing at all. "Oh, thank you!" He didn't have bandages that were small enough for his nicks, so he'd let her do her thing. And he'd happily keep his mouth shut for once.


    This was a good place for a fresh start, really. Bentley found the hospitable people more than enough to convince him to call this Clan home for now.

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    The minute the medic entered the camp two young cats rushed over to her with their uncle trailing behind. Rainstrike stopped a few feet away as Owlkit and Featherkit rushed to their mother, "Sorry sis, they wouldn't listen." Moonbeam hummed and nuzzled both of her children before using her muzzle to shoo them away. Owlkit rushed to play with his uncle while Featherkit continued to trail her mother. Moonbeam paused and allowed the kitten to climb onto her back before continuing to the medic den for bandages and herbs.