Finchpaw froze- that was a ShadowClan scent!
"It's young Truepaw," murmured Cloverfire. "Surely you aren't scared of him?"
Right. Here he came, favoring his left forepaw. Picked up a thorn, she guessed. "Sit down; I'll have you up and running again in no time."
He's so scrawny- thin as a WindClan cat. She pushed the thought aside and bent to examine his paw. "That's some thorn- I bet you hate it here."
"Not really. I never fit into Shadowclan very well." He eyed the injured paw and added, "This is nothing."
Finchpaw couldn't help herself- she licked his cheek by way of comfort. He looked startled, then started purring.
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