HOSPITAL PARKING LOTS .}} HAWKCLAN MEDICINE DEN

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    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]"I know, I know." Hospitalflowers said as she returned, dropping the wet herbs. "At least they're clean."

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    the small lithe femme padded to the medicine den with a small limp and a small frown on the line of her delicate pink lips. it hurt; having stepped onto a log she had come away with a splinter, of course she'd been able to yank it out if she could reach it because the pesky bit of wood was to far in. "hello?'', she murmured softly sitting pointedly in front of the den.

    [justify][sup]> back to playing hossy. c:


    ic|: "Yes?" The tortoiseshell female turned when the voice of the young HawkClanner. Taking in the limp to the she-cat's step, Hospitalflowers knew something was off, but asked anyways, "D-do you need something, sweetie?"

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    curling her paw to a narrow chest did she twist it out for the tortie feline to see, though she was a bit embarrassed how minor the injury actually was. "i have just a splinter but it can wait if you have another patient'', the floral scented short-hair said with a small smile.
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    smiling gently at the kit she gave a soft yet firm nod, "if you can jimmy it out'', it was quiet difficult in her mind but not impossible.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 400pt; font-size: 9pt;]She had glanced at thorn in her pad, she had remembered what Lightpaw did. Following what Lightpaw did since then, she did the same--with the herbs and biting down onto the splinter.

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    Lightpaw watched as Salixkit got to work on healing Dasiy. She was sure she was not needed for now. Splinters were a common injury in a clan that lived in a forest, Salixkit should learn how to deal with it by herself.
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    Because of the stupid cannibal jaguar that snacked on her tail, Crazypaw wasn't exactly feeling her best. First off, she couldn't use her tail so she kept falling off things. The hairless she-cat had a bloody headache, and she felt like ahe had a fever too. The maiden just had the general feeling of being unwell. Oh yeah, and she had her stinking broken leg which was hard to walk on.


    What Crazypaw didn't know, was that she was displaying some of the early signs of rabies as Julius, the jaguar, had been rabid. Oh joy.


    So she padded into the den, hoping the healers inside would have something to stop the throbbing in her aching head.

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    ic; Chinabelle looked dumbstruck as she approached the Medicine Cat den. Her emerald green eyes became wide, as her jaw dropped open. The maraca bells on her ears clip-clopped their way towards the entrance, but it seemed that everybody else needed something too.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    @whiskey

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    TAGS #blackjack #lion #hawkclan #swag




    Since Blackkit had a broken leg, he knew that it would probably be best to stay in the den for another two months or something like that. Limping into the den, the Panthera leo would flee to Hospitalflowers's side and sit.




    "What should I do? I mean like, stay in here or spend time in my mom's den, where it's quieter?" He asked the Shaman, tilting his head.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]"I think it would be better to stay here." Jessie mewed as she limped in, a wound slashed over the side of her broad shoulder. The tigress looked at Blackkit, she had taken a liking to the little guy. Not in the way you would think, he was just a funny guy. "Could you help me with this?" The Viceroy asked her sister, holding out her arm to see the blood running down.

    [justify][sup]When the young HawkClanner Blackkit came into the den, Hospitalflowers's attention became focused on the male, to the point where she didn't see Jessie come in shortly after. She did, however, hear her sister's voice answer the cub's question, and nodded in agreement. "Yes," she murmured. Flicking her tail towards the nests that were kept inside for healing residents of the den, she added quietly, "You can pick out whichever one you want. And I'll take another look at that leg in a --"


    Hossy looked up when, once again, her sister's voice pierced the air. Shock immediately splayed over her face when she saw the viceroy's wound. "What happened?" she cried, hurrying over to her (cursing her own old leg wound for slowing her down).

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    TAGS #blackjack #lion #hawkclan #swag #prisoner #phantomclan #phantomclanprisoner




    "Okie dokie," Blackkit said, limping over to a random nest.

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    ic; "[b]Lightcycle!"


    Chinabelle rushed into the den, cuts and scratches all over her legs and arms. Tears streamed down her bi-colored cheeks as she could barely stand.


    Her legs started to wobble as she could barely hold up the strength to stand. She fell over with a heave for oxygen, her tears making the moss beneath her wet and sticky.
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    The kit was very hurt. She had one ear torn off blood still pouring out.She knew he needed help but he did not............ was that cats he smelled? She limped up to a strange cat and collapsed.
    OOC: kit does not have a name yet she got attacked by her father after her mother was killed by him. wounds broken leg and torn ear. Age :four moons