forum I didn't see any Warriors RP [Open]
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(Um, first Leopardkit to beat up Thunderkit but then yeah.)

@TheGoldenLegend

Thunderkit ignored her petty fighting skills, "The only one I see hurting my brother is you, Leopardkit… I hurt him on accident, you are hurting me out of sheer anger."

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"You always are the first to pick on him, you pile of mouse bile!"

@TheGoldenLegend

"And mouse bile might be stinky, but it helps the cat it is placed on." Thunferkit retorted, using his little knowledge of herbs and stuff.

@TheGoldenLegend

(I'm playing as Ashkit since @Robin_Jones is gone)

Thunderkit quickly moved Ashkit out the way before grabbing Leopardkit by the shoulders and shoving her to the ground, "Calm down! You are only making Ashkit hurt more! He needs to get to Silverbrook and you are only prolonging it!"

@TheGoldenLegend

"I'm going to the den ether way because of your murderous outbreak." Thunderkit hissed. Glaring at his sister, he took a few steps back to he was close to his brother. "Run…." He whispered.
(GTG)

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"You're going to leave Ashkit alone. Come on, Ashkit."

@TheGoldenLegend

Hiding behind his brother, Ashkit was more then confused on who to follow. "Uh… I-I think I will go alone." Ashkit said softly, taking a few steps closer to the medicine cat den.

@Fraust

(I'm back :D)
Ashkit nodded, wincing a bit as he walked as normally as he could to the medicine den. By now, he couldn't hide the blood. It was dripping down his side, leaving a trail behind him. While he walked, he brought all herbs that might be useful to his mind.

@TheGoldenLegend

"You should have let him go to the medicine cat den!" Thunderkit hissed to Leopardkit as he bounced off after his brother, "You're making him bleed more!"

@Fraust

"Guys, it's okay… y-you don't need to fight over me, I'm fine." Both medicine cats were at the gathering, so Ashkit found the herbs he needed, grabbing them and sitting down. He licked the wound clean to the best of his ability before making a mediocre poultice for himself.