Nightstar didn't move a lot when he could help it. His back felt warm and raw and seemed to grow teeth and bite him when he got up to wander around and speak with his clanmates, to go out to hunt and check on the state of the territory, which was often. Such were the consequences of his actions, refusing the help from his medicine cats was not exactly the epitome of wisdom, but there were cats in Shadowclan that needed it, that would need the preventative care available. Leaf-bare was on the horizon, prey would get scarcer, and herbs even scarcer. They needed the herbs for disease outbreaks, predator attacks, and inter-clan conflicts which would surely happen with such close proximity. If any cat could fight off an infected wound, it would be Nightstar surely? He was still young and strong, one of the younger cats compared to the other leaders.
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Nightstalker Tier 5 Warrior of Shadowclan
70 HP / 160 SP