Is this a thorn? { ;; MC/MCA's only please

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    The figure of Titanicpaw came into view of the medicine den. He hadn't been i here yet, since he came from Shadowclan and never got sick. The 11 moon old apprentice called out, "Hello? Anyone there?" the long furred brown tabby maine coon limped over to a corner of the den and sat down.


    Lifting up his paw, he looked to see what was in it. It was clear and sharp. It looked nothing like a thorn. Sighing, he waited for a medicine cat or medicine cat apprentice to come into the den at any moment. His paw was hurting badly, and he wasnted to get this over with so he could go hunting again.

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    Stacysong saw Titanicpaw entering the den and padded forward with a welcoming purr. "How can I help you?"



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    Titanicpaw was glad it was Stacysong that wanted to help him. He hadn't really met her, but he would have liked to. "Oh, see- lifting up his paw, "That doesn't look like a thorn. It's very sharp, hard, and it's clear." he hated the feeling it was causing in his paw. "I was just walking around the river and BOOM! Something was lodged in my paw." he sighed, keeping his hrobbing paw in the air.


    The tom had never got sick or hurt before in riverclan, so this was his first time in the den. "Lovely den you got here. Smells lovely." Titanicpaw meowed, trying to start a conversation with Stacysong. He just wanted to get the stupid thing out of his paw and just hunt. He loved fish, and love river-clan better than shadowclan.


    His father, Frogsplash, resided in shadowclan so that was where Titanicpaw was naturally born. Looking around the den, the tom tried to think of things to keep his mind off of his paw. Whatever was in his paw, needed to come out, and fast.

    Stacysong took a quick sniff at the object, wrinkling her nose. "It's some kind of twoleg thing," she meowed with disdain, before reaching forward and grasping it carefully between her teeth, giving a quick jerk. The clear bit of glass slid free and she dropped it hastily as it cut her lip a tiny bit.


    Ignoring her own discomfort, she turned her attention to the apprentice who needed her help. "Some marigold, just as a precaution, and some cobwebs, I think," she meowed.

    When the object was pulled from his paw, Titanicpaw winced a little bit. Looking at the cut that had appeared on Stacysong's lip, he meowed, 'Thank you. But please take care of yourself as well." The Tom let his blue eyes follow down to his paw, he felt the need to lick the blood off but didn't know what infection or bacteria the twoleg thing could give him.

    [justify]Riparianpaw padded over, a small smile resting on her maw. "Need any help Stacy?" the petite calico asked, shuffling her paws. She assumed that everything was taken care of, but it never hurt to ask. [/justify]