she begins to treat weaselnose "Blood would mind fining me some cobweb and chervil please" she looked at blood expatantly
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Dewheart looks into the camp she won't dare enter she sees two cats that catch her eye, her stomach growls she blushes and look at the dirt
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she looks in the direction of a voice the large tom looking at her is large, she gets a shy expression her eyes wide
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Dewheart's heart thudded against her chest she began to tremble, was she going to be attacked?! she said in a shy mew"I'm a traveling medicine cat I mean no harm..." she shuddered
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she stuttered her moonpool lilac scent mingled with fear "er-I um" her shyness was unbearable why I can't I speak?!
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she stared at the tom for a moment and shook her head in a shy voice she said "I-I er couldn't, I can't be with one clan" her eyes were weary but there was a strength only starclan could proovide
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she feels terrible for hurting the tom "no-erm if you want i guess so" she trailed of shyly her eyes stayed on the ground
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she nods "It's no problem"
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Dewheart walked into the camp her eyes trailed around the camp she saw larger cats she crouched a little while walking. she gently grabbed a vole and her tail tucked between her legs. she looked for a place to eat her frightened expression made her seem so venerable.
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her ears flick nervously "what do you have t-to ask" she shyly asked
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she cleared her throat nervously "well-um m-my name is-er Dewheart, and-um I'm a-er traveling medicine cat" she was shaking frightfully
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she nodded and helped the other she-cat to the barn "well is this better?"
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her fur ruffled I haven't slept in a den for moons!! she followed the tom but still walked crouched to the ground shyly
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she nodded happily and said "I-I prefer not to be near others" a shy smile spread over her muzzle
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she freezes the herbs hanging out of her mouth droop a little, a shy expression crosses her face
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she nods slowly
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she speaks in a muffled voice "er-um okay" she shyly looks over the cats
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"o-oh okay" she shyly grins
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she answers shyly and in a muffled voice "Dewheart...."
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she grinned happily I knew this is what starclan destine me to do, I can't help just one clan, I help all cats she smiled and purred her greatest pleasure was helping others