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The sun filtered weakly through the dense canopy above, dappling the forest floor with specks of pale light. Oysterpaw padded cautiously through the undergrowth, her ears swiveling at every rustle of leaves. The scents of the forest surrounded her: damp earth, moss, and the faint sweetness of decaying wood. But she wasn't here for those. Somewhere out here, yarrow was waiting—and she had to find it. Her mentor's instructions echoed in her mind. "Look for the signs. Yarrow grows in well-drained soil and open spaces. It has feathery leaves, and its flowers smell sharp but clean. You'll know it when you see it." Onionblossom's voice had been steady, but the task felt daunting. Oysterpaw's stomach churned with uncertainty. Hunting herbs was supposed to be her strength now, yet she couldn't shake the creeping doubt. The forest seemed vast and unyielding, each shadow a reminder of how small she felt. She lowered her nose to the ground, breathing in deeply. The air was thick with the green

The room was silent except for the labored breathing of Tina. The doctor began the daunting task of realigning Tina's fractured bones. His hands are cold, in contrast to the burning sensation Tina has in her leg. The first attempt at setting the tibia was met with resistance; the bone was stubborn, unwilling to yield to its intended position. Tina screamed, the sound raw and filled with agony, as the doctor's hands worked. "I'm sorry for your pain," he murmured, his voice a mix of professional focus and genuine sympathy. He tried again, sweat beading on his forehead. The second attempt was no less painful, the bone shifting slightly but it was not enough to get alignment. Tina could feel her bones grinding painfully upon each tug. On the third try, with a firm but careful pull, the tibia finally aligned with a grind. A sigh of relief escaped Tina, though it was short-lived. The doctor moved to the fibula.  Another pull and the push on the calf, the fibula is back in alignment but the

With all the guests having arrived, now began the daunting task of keeping them entertained. You had already set up a variety of minigames that came with the party kit. Pin the Pigtail on Circus Baby, Freddy's Bon Bon Toss and even a Funtime Foxy inspired Twister mat. If those didn't seem like enough (and in case Ballora couldn't make it) you planned ahead and even rented a bounce house. Though with your meager savings you only had it for about 2 hours. You and your friend could rest easy for a bit and stood against the backdoor. The kids (your friend's especially) took an immediate liking to the setup and went into a frenzy. Everything felt just perfect . . . for about 11 minutes. Suddenly you could make out the top half of a moving van just over the side of your backyard's fence. Sporting a very familiar logo on it's side. All peace of mind was thrown out of your head as quickly as it came. "Oh that must be them!" your friend said excitedly. "I'll go fill out the paperwork and