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she tries to get up "i am not going OT sit down and wait" she growls
Bloodwing sighed. "I thought as much. Go on, try and be invincible. Just stick close to the clan, in case we need to re-splint--" suddenly, Bloodwing smelled something, but was taken aback. Alarmed, he peered around the corner, but saw nobody. But why was he smelling Hackleclan scent . . .? Sharply, his grey eyes focused on Scarletnight. "Just where were you when you got injured?"
Thorntalon looked over to BloodWing, "Thanks for splinting her leg, looks like it'll do perfectly for now." The hen fixed some of Scarletnight's wounds with honey, lichen, and a grass bandage. She then gave her a small dosage of healing elixir and washed some of the dried blood from her dirty feathers.