You are a newly appointed warrior of Thunderclan, and of course, you overestimate your own skill sometimes. This time, you've gotten scratched up by a badger and stung by a bee. You limp and wince your way to the medicine den, dreading the interaction with the medicine cat when you were here yesterday.

You quietly pad into the den, meowing out into the dark hollow, before you hear padding. Jayfeather, the clan's medicine cat, steps from the shadows, carrying an old, beat up stick with scratch marks in his jaw, and his blind, white eyes staring straight forward. But he knows your scent and walk pattern. He drops his stick before grumbling.

"Did you really get injured, again? I treated you yesterday."