Chapter One, Part Three
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Feathertail had to have two to three doses of poppy each day. Her main where her back leg which got fractured, sprained, or paralyzed in some way. She could still walk, but with an extremely noticeable limp. Crowfeather wondered if he’d ever have the chance to take Feathertail out for a walk and out of her confinement in the medicine den. He slightly snarled to himself, Stop it, you mouse-brain! What are you talking about, “taking her for a walk”? That would never happen, never! He internally yowled. His rage was also on the medicine cats. They didn’t even get her the smallest mice to eat! And not only that, but they probably spend to much time looming over the kits and injured cats! And suddenly, that feeling came back. What was it he was feeling? He shook his head and left the camp to go for a walk amongst the vast plains. Along the border of WindClan, and across the Thunderpath, Crowfeather could make up the shape of a sleek she-cat. Leaning closer towards the border, he could make out details: a mainly brown tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and amber eyes. Assuming she was a medicine cat, due to her collecting herbs from what Crowfeather could see. Another she-cat, a larger one, was barley visible, and looked like a shadow. Until he saw her blue eyes, he realized she just had a blue-grey or gray pelt. Apprentice and mentor, he thought to himself. He didn’t have much to do, and turned around and headed back to camp, hoping Feathertail was awake. Maybe she knew these cats?
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