[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Woods (beyond the borders)[/color][/h1]
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He opens his jaws, tasting the air for anything edible, and stalks a shrew, pouncing on it, and eating it in quick bites. "I can see dead cats, like I told you before. I can sometimes see when someone will get hurt, like a thorn or a bite, if a she-cat is going to become a queen, stuff like that. Sometimes I see cats arriving in our camp. They're probably there now. I've had it all my life." He looks around. "That reminds me. In the old clans, medicine cats weren't trained for battle, except maybe in Shadowclan. I'd like to change that. I don't want to have to hide away while the others fight for their lives. I need to have a way to keep myself alive so I can heal and tend to the wounded after battles." He sighs. "Is that unreasonable? Or am I just acting on fear?"