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Springfawn grunted lightly as she tested out her newly-healed paw, the flicker of pain that went through the joint barely registering on her face. Her time as a captive of WinterClan had improved her pain tolerance, but in every other aspect she'd seemed to come away weaker, general durability not being an exception. She must have had three or four tiny little injuries since she'd returned to NightClan - none too much of a long-term problem considering how minor they were, but they still slowed her down when she couldn't afford to do so. She was supposed to be the leader of the Black Hand. She was supposed to be out there fighting, but she couldn't, and it was all her own damn fault. For jumping over a tree branch awkwardly. Pathetic.
She sighed and headed out into the forest, with the goal of removing any instance of a limp. If an enemy saw with one, then she'd look weak and she'd probably be targeted, and then she really would be pathetic. Hopefully nobody would bother her while she tried to clear her thoughts.
Since her return, Turbulentpaw had seen Springfawn several times for minor injuries. With everyone hurt during the earthquake, she had taken a back seat to all the more major injuries that had been occuring. However, now that things were slowing down, he had decided to seek her out and check on her healing. It took the young cat a while to find Springfawn, but one he did he trotted over
"Hello" he greeted her warmly. "I just wanted to check in and see how you paw was doing"
Springfawn jumped a little bit at hearing an unexpected voice, but relaxed slightly when she saw who it was. "Mostly fine," she answered stiffly, still a little cautious. She'd rather Turbulentpaw focus on the remainder of the earthquake injuries, instead of her own foolish mistake. "I can put a lot more pressure on it now than I could last week. Not sure I could run away from an enemy and get out in one piece, though."
"It good that you are able to put pressure on it, however make sure you don't over do it. A walk will be good for you, but no climbing, running, or fighting enemies" he chuckled shaking his head. "It's a little to soon for that, but before you know it you will be back into fighting shape"
She was one of the cats the he knew no amount of warning to stay off of her leg would do any good. Instead, he only could hope that she would hede his advice not to do anything to strenuous.
"I mean...I can try." Springfawn paused for a second, taking a moment to gaze out over the territory. This was supposed to be a place she would defend so that other people could recover. "Am I cleared for hunting, then? I'd like to at least do something. I hate feeling like...this," she said uselessly, unable to explain.
If it had been any other cat he would have told her no, but in doing so he felt like she would just ignore his advice completly "If you are careful not to put all of your weight on that paw, you may do some light hunting"
He paused "Mind if I join you? I have done nothign but healing since the earthquake, and honestly I feel like a good hunt would be a good way to clear my mind" and he could keep a watchful eye over his patient
Springfawn hesitated. Turbulentpaw may very well have just wanted to take a break from his duties and relax a little bit, but something told her he'd be watching out for her paw regardless of what he said. "Only if you promise not to be micro-managing me," she said with a small smile. "If you want a break, then you have to treat it like one."
