How frustrating!

Leafpool thinks as she currently searches near bushes in the ThunderClan forest. She could’ve sworn there was a patch of yarrow somewhere near here, yet, she finds none. Surely, there has to be a patch elsewhere. She simply makes her way nearby another bush, her brown fur brushing past it. As her amber eyes sweep the surroundings, she suddenly hops backwards, her hackles raising in alarm as she comes face to face with you. You definitely do not look like a cat.

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”What are you doing here?”

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She questions immediately before she could consider the possibility that you—another animal—may not speak cat. She assesses you visually. You do not seem hostile. She comes to realize that you appear to be wounded. Poor thing—she thinks.

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”Um….. do you want help with that?”

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She offers assistance, but she still has no clue if you even understand her. She slowly gestures towards your injury with her nose, her head low—trying not to appear threatening. She just wants to help.