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The battle with the sharptooths left him battered, his leg still felt grossly sore but he was fairly certain he had popped it back into place right. His other wounds had just been flesh wounds so he held no concern for himself, "I'm heading out for training if anyone wants to join." Smolderingstride would call out of his shoulder with a whisk of his tail before turning towards the camp entrance. He had to start building himself up again, wallowing in the medicine cat den was never something he could bring himself to do.. Even taking as long of a break as he did was torturous. The Siamese would flicker his gaze towards the den that smelt so much of herbs, they had their job and he had his.
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