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It was a beautiful day with the sun high in the sky as Wind Chaser limped through the underbrush around the ruined twoleg nest. Normally the golden tabby tom would be enjoying this day by hunting and trying to find loners to travel with him. Today however, he found it hard to enjoy the sunshine as the sting in his leg seemed to get worse with each step. Earlier that morning he had been startled out of the twoleg nest and into a thorn bush. He came out of the bush with a particularly nasty scratch with the tip of a thorn still stuck in it. Wind Chaser had been able to pick the thorn out easily enough and lick the wound clean but he worried that if he left the scratch untreated that it might get worse.
The only problem was he only knew of two plants to chew up and put on wounds and neither of them seemed to be growing here.
Stopping, he licked at his wound again before slumping to the ground. If he couldn't find the plants he knew, would it be worth the risk to try a plant he didn't know? Wind Chaser stared at a few of the plants around him that he didn't recognize. Were any of them dangerous to chew? He was so lost in thought, and distracted by the constant sting in his leg, that he didn't register the scent of any cats nearby as he sniffed at some nearby leaves. The leaves didn't smell good but neither did most medicine so maybe that was a good sign?
He sighed before licking at the scratch once more. The worst part of being a loner was not having a medicine cat around.
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