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They were low on herbs. It was pretty undeniable -- Izuku had kept his personal herb stock up with frequent visits out of the territory. But he couldn't walk that far and it hurt so bad to walk even this far. This would be less of a problem if Izuku weren't so concerned about his clanmates -- everyone was just getting into trouble and Izuku was worried if he let the stock get too low he'll run out and be unable to treat anybody else who get themselves hurt. Which is actually how Izuku got himself into this. The Maine Coon scours the ground for herbs as he limps along, and his bandages are soaked and it feels gross. It's like wet clothes, but worse and it's just so uncomfortable. It's fine, though, it's fine. He just has to deal with it for .. he's not sure? A month? Till it gets better.
Okay, okay, but still. He had to check out the island, too. The feline hovers next to the water of the lake, but his legs are shaking. His leg. His one uninjured leg. He can't swim. Both because of the injury and just because he can't. ... or he can but he just can't, mentally. How many times had he nearly drowned? Far too many, it was a wonder Izuku wasn't more bothered by it all. The feline spends a long few moments just staring at the water, blinking hesitantly. The gleam of the water hurts his eyes. ... Should he ask somebody to check it out for him? He doesn't wanna bother anyone, but it's kinda important. Just a little. The Maine Coon huffs as he shuffles away from the water, and scans around the area with a nervously swishing tail. Were any of his clanmates nearby? Hopefully they wouldn't mind too much, cause the water was cold. And logically nothing should be growing over there, either -- the weather was a fluctuating mess, y'know.

//[member=321]melantha[/member]

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