[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Willowclan Camp (Medicine Den)[/color][/h1]
[h2]Medicine Den[/h2]
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He [i]tsx[/i] softly. "What'd you do this time?" He sniffs the wound softly, and nods. "I'll be right back. Don't move." He walks into the back, where he stores his herbs, and picks out marigold, oak leaves, horsetail, and cobwebs. He comes back, and gently applies the cobweb to the wound to soak up the blood, then chews the rest into a poultice, gently pressing it into the wound. "Leave it there until it either feels better, or until I take it off. Don't touch any of my herbs. You could make yourself even sicker." He sits down, and waits, his tail twitching, hiding his own bloodied paw, wrapped in herbs.