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Because fortunately we can gain exp for events that happened in the past. Also I figured sap would likely be stickier than cobwebs and as the bleeding stopped after a while, it would be better to use. That's the golden stuff that's binding the leaves [basic leaves to combat infection and swelling] and the branches [to help straighten out his jaw]. Just in case anybody was wondering. [No one was.]
For irony's sake I wanted his second move to be Jawbreaker but it ... I don't know.

On a side note, this happened about ... three years ago, chronologically, so I don't know if he'd still need a herb for that but oh well.
I'll update this with a much better word count later.

Wordcount: 716

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Badgerpaw's head pounded frightfully fast, a deep and dark ache that let his vision swim before him when he lurched upwards too fast. He let out a weak groan through clenched teeth and closed his eyes, a sluggish heat had built up in his cheek and it took most of his concentration not to focus on both that and on something that remained unmoving, such as the moss beneath his paws.

He opened his eyes again, shoulders hunched and head stooped lower. The light that filtered in through the den entrance did little more than help build his headache; it sent a soft golden glow along the den walls. Everything was sort of hazy, out of focus, but much better than earlier. The air was heavy with the smell of sickness and herbs, powerful enough for him to notice it but dismiss it as standard medical practices. The moss beneath him wasn't soft and was rather coarse and brittle and smelled a bit bad, of sweat and blood and pus. It obviously hadn't been changed in quite a while. It made him uncomfortable to be on top of it.

However, there was more pressing matters at hand. The more that the fact that he was in the medicine cat den solidified in his mind the more real his pain seemed to be. It was a savage ache, a deep and powerful pulse that was hard to dismiss once he noticed it. His tongue pressed against his cheek, sore and bumpy, and he cringed at the uneven heat that he felt from his inner cheek. It didn't sting, exactly, but it hurt nonetheless. He noticed it, slowly, and he stiffened when his tongue passed over it again - a gap, seemingly small and insignificant but definitely not there previously, and he felt the appendage press against the flat of his lip.

His attempt to open his jaw was futile and a loud shriek was his award. His pride kept him from admittance that it was him but other than the stragglers who came in for reoccurring sicknesses it was near barren. He tried stiffly to get to his paws, his muscles sore and shoulder ached with a deep bruise. Through his stupor he could hear Hazygrove's voice.

Hazygrove's eyes weren't unkind but held no sympathy when he looked at her. She had always been an intimidating force, even when he was a kit, and he almost wanted to cower beneath her pale gaze. She talked to him, her voice low and he kept his gaze level to the ground and hoped that he did not look as full of disbelief as he felt. She laid it out flat for him - a quick pull from reality. "A sharp fracture and missing tooth." Along with a possible concussion and that he wasn't to sleep for the night, or if he did he was to be woken periodically. 'Fantastic.'

To no one's surprise except his own, Duskfern poked his head in a couple hours later. Badgerpaw refused to look at him and instead suckled on a water ladden piece of moss after having dragged in between his front teeth. His jaw ached too much to pry it farther. Badgerpaw knew enough of his older brother to know that it was him when he approached by the sound of his paw steps. "You look a little worse for wear," he said, not unkindly. Badgerpaw made a low keening sound in response.

Duskfern hesitated, his voice apologetic. "Did you know you were out for a couple days and nights? We thought you died. Do you remember what happened?" Brief flashes of weightlessness fluttered across his eyelids and he clenched his claws into the moss. Duskfern settled his tail along the colourpoint's flank. "I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories." He hadn't been aware that he made a low, sharp keening noise until Duskfern made a soft soothing mew.

He brought his shoulders up defensively, head stooped lower. "I'm sorry," Duskfern's voice cracked. "I should have been there to stop it. To stop you. To prevent - all of this. This shouldn't have happened to you." Badgerpaw said nothing because some part of him believed that Duskfern was right in his doubt and self-blame. Because selfishly, he wished it had been someone else.

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Description
Because fortunately we can gain exp for events that happened in the past. Also I figured sap would likely be stickier than cobwebs and as the bleeding stopped after a while, it would be better to use. That's the golden stuff that's binding the leaves [basic leaves to combat infection and swelling] and the branches [to help straighten out his jaw]. Just in case anybody was wondering. [No one was.]
For irony's sake I wanted his second move to be Jawbreaker but it ... I don't know.

On a side note, this happened about ... three years ago, chronologically, so I don't know if he'd still need a herb for that but oh well.
I'll update this with a much better word count later.

Wordcount: 716

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Badgerpaw's head pounded frightfully fast, a deep and dark ache that let his vision swim before him when he lurched upwards too fast. He let out a weak groan through clenched teeth and closed his eyes, a sluggish heat had built up in his cheek and it took most of his concentration not to focus on both that and on something that remained unmoving, such as the moss beneath his paws.

He opened his eyes again, shoulders hunched and head stooped lower. The light that filtered in through the den entrance did little more than help build his headache; it sent a soft golden glow along the den walls. Everything was sort of hazy, out of focus, but much better than earlier. The air was heavy with the smell of sickness and herbs, powerful enough for him to notice it but dismiss it as standard medical practices. The moss beneath him wasn't soft and was rather coarse and brittle and smelled a bit bad, of sweat and blood and pus. It obviously hadn't been changed in quite a while. It made him uncomfortable to be on top of it.

However, there was more pressing matters at hand. The more that the fact that he was in the medicine cat den solidified in his mind the more real his pain seemed to be. It was a savage ache, a deep and powerful pulse that was hard to dismiss once he noticed it. His tongue pressed against his cheek, sore and bumpy, and he cringed at the uneven heat that he felt from his inner cheek. It didn't sting, exactly, but it hurt nonetheless. He noticed it, slowly, and he stiffened when his tongue passed over it again - a gap, seemingly small and insignificant but definitely not there previously, and he felt the appendage press against the flat of his lip.

His attempt to open his jaw was futile and a loud shriek was his award. His pride kept him from admittance that it was him but other than the stragglers who came in for reoccurring sicknesses it was near barren. He tried stiffly to get to his paws, his muscles sore and shoulder ached with a deep bruise. Through his stupor he could hear Hazygrove's voice.

Hazygrove's eyes weren't unkind but held no sympathy when he looked at her. She had always been an intimidating force, even when he was a kit, and he almost wanted to cower beneath her pale gaze. She talked to him, her voice low and he kept his gaze level to the ground and hoped that he did not look as full of disbelief as he felt. She laid it out flat for him - a quick pull from reality. "A sharp fracture and missing tooth." Along with a possible concussion and that he wasn't to sleep for the night, or if he did he was to be woken periodically. 'Fantastic.'

To no one's surprise except his own, Duskfern poked his head in a couple hours later. Badgerpaw refused to look at him and instead suckled on a water ladden piece of moss after having dragged in between his front teeth. His jaw ached too much to pry it farther. Badgerpaw knew enough of his older brother to know that it was him when he approached by the sound of his paw steps. "You look a little worse for wear," he said, not unkindly. Badgerpaw made a low keening sound in response.

Duskfern hesitated, his voice apologetic. "Did you know you were out for a couple days and nights? We thought you died. Do you remember what happened?" Brief flashes of weightlessness fluttered across his eyelids and he clenched his claws into the moss. Duskfern settled his tail along the colourpoint's flank. "I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories." He hadn't been aware that he made a low, sharp keening noise until Duskfern made a soft soothing mew.

He brought his shoulders up defensively, head stooped lower. "I'm sorry," Duskfern's voice cracked. "I should have been there to stop it. To stop you. To prevent - all of this. This shouldn't have happened to you." Badgerpaw said nothing because some part of him believed that Duskfern was right in his doubt and self-blame. Because selfishly, he wished it had been someone else.

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