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It was over.
It was all over.
No, it was nothing bad. In fact, Duckpuddle was ecstatic about the fact that her splint was finally off. Her fears of permanently damaging her leg hadn't been fulfilled, and now that the she-cat no longer had those mental deterrents, she felt as if she could normally carry out her duties without repeatedly worrying and not doing her best. After the splint had been removed, Duckpuddle had gone straight to the warriors' den to rest. However, now that she was awake, she couldn't help but break into a gleeful smile as she looked over her shoulder and saw her leg. Rising out of her nest, the brown warrior shook her fur for a heartbeat before padding out into the sunlight. She still ended up walking awkwardly, though. She was so used to walking a certain way, and she was going to have to get used to padding around normally. When Duckpuddle placed her back paw on the ground and took a step, she almost fell backward. Her leg felt stiff and frail, but she knew that the strength would come back sooner or later. The she-cat would just have to find a way to do so. Sucking in a small breath, the brown cat slowly headed over to the fresh-kill pile with a determined expression. Why was walking so difficult? Once she reached her destination, Duckpuddle sat down beside the fresh-kill pile and glanced down. She didn't want to take anything out of it until she had gone out to hunt. It would be awfully awkward to do so, though, considering that she had trouble heading over to something as easy as the fresh-kill pile. Shuffling her front paws, the warrior glanced around at the Clan cats that were busily making their way around camp. Even though she had grown up amongst the rush of Clan life, she couldn't help but find interest in it all.