Continued: A wish gone wrong.

     For a moment, Minkpaw considers you, those eyes all too seeing, and yet not seeing at all. How was that possible? You had no idea. "Alright." Only one word for you, and then she sets into motion, gesturing you over to an empty nest near her herb storage, pushing aside leaf wraps to reach for the herbs she required. Your wounds weren't bad, she tells you quietly, cleaning out the dried blood with deft, small paws and patching the scratches with cobwebs.

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     Eventually, after she's satisfied that you won't immediately go and ruin all the herbs she's used on your today, she lets you go, cautioning you not to overwork yourself, or to avoid seeing her after sustaining injuries.

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     The interaction leaves you feeling odd, as you pad out of the Medicine Cat den and into the clearing. Makes you wonder about the rumors that mill around about her. How she rarely ever leaves the den during the day, how she'd been said to be named after a cluster of minks had attacked RiverClan's warriors when Snowleap was leader, how her eyes had tracked the sunlight on your pelt as you'd moved into the den, as if wary of the rays of light.

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     A story for another day, that was what Minkpaw was.