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Fae couldn't tell when it started getting better, when everyone's greencough started getting better. They couldn't tell because fae was stressed anyway.
Twigpaw was only an apprentice anyway, one that was more trained to be a warrior than a medicine cat.
They only got this fate because their mentor was stupid enough to lead fae near a badger den.
They hate faer scar.
All they remember was that Oatwhisker one day was able to help faer.
“Hey- hey, Twigpaw, hey, hey, it's okay-”
“it's not okay- I need to get more catmint-”
“Twigpaw, it's okay, they're healed, it's okay…”
“…they're okay…?”
“They're okay, it's greenleaf now, you don't have to worry, I can help you again…”
“…”