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( Just assuming his face was ripped into at this point. xD lavellan )
Half of his face was totally bandaged up, and he'd never be able to see from that side again. Once again, his mouth had gotten him into trouble. But did that stop him? Not nearly as much as it should have, honestly. Despite presumably making enemies of both Ratstar and his mate, and their daughter Sunpetal for good measure, apparently the SummerClan/NightClan medicine cat still didn't care about limits. Funny, how it was always the mate of someone that didn't like him much that hurt him most. Phantomfox scarring his cheek, Poppymask blinding him. It pained him to even consider that now he and Aspenstar were mirrors of each other, blind in opposite eyes.
He scowled into the meager herbs SummerClan had, the majority sent back to NightClan with only really enough for him to treat himself and whatever NightClan cats here needed help, not a whole clan. Which was fine by him, most of these cats could rot.
Pinesimmer didn't even hear the cat enter, too lost in his own thoughts.
For the most part, Softhoney was still going about her normal business: not doing much. Every now and then, however, someone would discover her hiding spot and send her off to actually do something. That was when things were really bad. The thought had crossed her mind today while out hunting that she could just fake an injury to get out of everything. Of course, that had sounded like too much effort, and Softhoney didn't really enjoy the idea of actually hurting herself, so she had quickly dismissed it. As fate would have it, that was exactly when she tripped over a rock.
Now, the platinum she-cat begrudgingly made her way into the medicine cat's den, angrily limping. She had ignored it for as long as she possibly could, but her paw was beginning to swell and the pain was distracting. She wasn't sure if Pinesimmer would actually help her or not, but at least it would be an excuse to not go hunting again.
