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"Thistletuft." The old medicine cat grunted. He sat back and glanced at Night. "Well, did you get hit by a Twoleg monster? You're certainly beaten up." He remarked. He took the remaining poultice from when he had treated Swiftfoot and smeared it on the deep bites and scratches that covered Night's pelt, covering them with cobwebs.

Night winced as the poutice stung her wounds. She gritted her teeth to keep from whimpering.