[center][h2][color=DAA520][b][i] Sunfur: WillowClan Medicine Den [/i][/b][/color][/h2][/center]

[center] Sunfur winced as he flopped down onto the cold floor of the medicine den and his injured paw pressed against the ground. He glanced around the medicine, drawing in the smell of herbs and berries he knew nothing about. [color=DAA520][i] I hope Blackpelt has the right herbs for my paw. I couldn't tell if that snake was poisonous. . . [/i][/color] After catching his breath, he noticed that Moosepaw was also being treated, holding his paw cautiously above the ground waiting for Blackpelt to retrieve the correct herbs. His paw was swollen and he could feel a warm stinging sensation in his foreleg. As painful as the bite had been, he was glad he had caught the snake; if it was going to bite him, his Clanmates could bite into [i]it[/i] now. Despite the dangerous situation with the border patrol, and the two injuries, the hunting patrol had managed to bring back multiple pieces of prey and the Clan would not go hungry tonight. After his paw was healed, he would have to make it a point to bring a piece of fresh kill to Spidernose. He would never have made it back to camp if it weren't for her. [/center]

[center] Turning his attention to Blackpelt, he seemed. . . distant? Maybe that was just the medicine cat way. Twitching his ears he sat up in his nest and meowed amusedly, [color=DAA520][b] "Hey Blackpelt, should I expect to be treated before I expire and walk among StarClan?" [/b][/color][/center]