LEOPARDPAW.
apprentice of shadowclan
He really didn't want to come see the medicine cats for this injury, especially because it happened by doing something so stupid and it was the middle of Leaf-bare, so herbs were already sparse the way it was. But he also wasn't stupid enough to try and let the injury go by itself, even if he did his best to keep it clean. With his luck, he'd end up losing his leg. So he'd go in now and get it treated once, then be done with it.
"Hareflight, Waspsight?" The charcoal Bengal called into the den once he'd talked himself into getting this all over with, peering into the darker lighting. Over the stench of herbs, he thought he just might smell one of them. He wasn't confident enough to say so for certain, however, having never really interacted with either before to know their scents so well. Also he felt it was just rude to barge into what was their space, especially since this injury wasn't life or death.
Sparring with Pantherpaw had just gotten a bit heated, and the ground might have been a bit more frozen than either of them realized. One tough tumble too many, and it really shouldn't have surprised either of them when Leopardpaw was suddenly bleeding from a scratch on his foreleg. Praise StarClan it hadn't been his paw though, because that would have set his training back and he really wouldn't have wanted to explain everything to Thornbelly. For some reason he didn't think his older mentor would appreciate boys being boys.