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His ears flick up, and he bolts to the warriors den, flying past the warriors frantically. He skids to a stop, and grabs Frogkit by the scruff, picking her up with a low growl. He's very, [i]very[/i] angry and scared for her safety. He holds her there for a moment, just letting her dangle by her scruff, ignoring any protests. He sets her down after a bit, his eyes slits. She's never seen him this furious. "Frogkit! What have I told you about messing with my herbs? You could easily get hurt, or make yourself sick with them! [I]Never[/i], and I mean [i]never[/i], touch them without my permission. Do you understand me?" He stares at the little kit, tail lashing behind him in anger, ears pulled back.