and time becomes a forgotten detail.|ARTISTICPAW IN A COMA?!

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    It had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly.


    She felt her legs give in beneath her, and she fell to the cement floor of the factory. Sharp flashes of pain pounded on the inside of her head, and in the instant she had before collapsing, the she-cat could catch a glimpse of a large circular object, which she immediately recognized; one of the couple metal swinging lights from the ceiling.


    The stinging sensation was like none she'd experienced before. It seemed more painful, more severe. Artisticpaw's vision blurred into darkness at the edges, an eerie enough feeling to cause her to forget all around her and clasp her eyes shut. The pressure the apprentice created on her eyes seemed dull compared to the intense aching in her head. Still she wasn't exactly sure what had just happened; had it gotten unlatched and slammed down onto her head? The cinnamon female almost felt too stressed to think straight.


    "N-Niney? Burny?" Art said, unaware that it most likely came out as a mere whisper. "Sculpted?"


    As if hoping the agony would stop if she did so, she clasped her front paws over her head. The last thing she saw was the sterling light. As she finally passed out, her paws remained firmly on the sides of her head.


    She'd just have to wait in the darkness of unconsciousness, with nothing but the torment to accompany her.



    ooc; any private threads she is currently in are to be considered retro, please <3

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;]"Art!" The desperate cry came from Nineteenseventy, who was bounding towards his sister with a horror-struck expression. The brown tabby's green eyes were even wider than usual as he skidded to a halt beside Artisticpaw's limp form, gently prodding her with one forepaw. "Are you okay?"

    [justify][font=arial][size=8]Kissingpaw watched with confused eyes. What the hell? She just . . . was she unconscious? Or . . . dead? She didn't seem to be responsive. Confusedly shaking her head, the tortoiseshell sighed. Strange.

    If she could reply to her brother, she would have. She just hoped he could see her breathing, and not freak out thinking she was dead. Though the pain was a little bit duller as she slept, the burning felt as if it was still there, strong in her memory.

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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=20pt]LOSTPAW ![/size]
    Love bites
    ShadowClan && Femme && Powers: the Sight && Paradiselost xx Harleyverse
    #lostywashere


    [color=black][size=7pt] Damn it! Lostpaw blinked, looking over at Artisticpaw. Okay, um... poppy seeds may not be the best option, don't want her asleep for good... uh... Kissingpaw, Nineteenseventy,is there anything for headaches in the herb supply? this was a coma, she knew, and the least she could do was find something for a headache. She had something close to a coma when she got really sick. Like, fatal sickness. she was suprised she pulled through.


    [size=8]But so do I[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px;][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=white]"did...did artisticpaw get knocked out?" he murmured quietly to kissingpaw as he stood beside her, a frown on his lips. "or is she...is she...dead?" god, varus hated seeing his clanmates either injured or dead. it had been worse to see his mother, enyo, insane, but it seemed to have worn off, and now his jaguar mother had disappeared. or inactive. one of them would be right.
    [color=transparent]
    #prayforslinky
    [/fancypost]

    "M-Mom, wh-what's going on?"
    Morningpaw's tinkly voice trembled as she padded over to her mother for comfort. There was also Nineteenseventy, one of her fathers. The sight did little to relax her tension and fear.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 36px; margin-bottom: -10px; text-align: left; color: #hexcode; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #000000]bumberkit[/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]profile n/a
    wordcount » n/a tagged » #bumberblue notes » ****
    © rochester[/size]

    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-color: transparent; width: 200px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;][sub]He knew of this. Slowly approaching beside his adoptive mother, Kissingpaw, Bumberkit would press against her uncertainly and peer at Artisticpaw. "Unconscious...? Or coma?" the male would inquire, the words rolling smoothly from his tongue.

    ooc; shes not in a coma yet, just slightly unconscious.


    ic; Almost out of nowhere, the sounds of her clanmates entered her mind, and so did the pain. Shaking her head as if to burrow her head into the floor, Artisticpaw pressed her paws tighter to her ears. "Niney," she meowed to her brother with a shaky voice. "It... it hurts." Why had she decided to search forcher brother in the factory anyways? She couldn't remember.

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    [Center][font=Georgia][size=20pt]LOSTPAW ![/size]
    [Size=8pt][color=black]Despite this cruel world, and mindless efforts,
    [Size=10pt][color=navy]ShadowClan && Femme && Powers: the Sight && Harleyverse xx Paradiselost
    #lostywashere[/size]


    [Size=7pt]ic&&
    twb


    ooc&&
    *le gasp* YOU LIED TO ME. *flips table*


    Dang. Now she can still feel it. Darn.


    [size=8][color=black]You surprise with just how perfect you are[/size]

    [Center][font=Georgia][size=20pt]LOSTPAW ![/size]
    [Size=8pt][color=black]Despite this cruel world, and mindless efforts,
    [Size=10pt][color=navy]ShadowClan && Femme && Powers: the Sight && Harleyverse xx Paradiselost
    #lostywashere[/size]


    [Size=7pt]ic&&
    twb, again.


    ooc&&
    NIGHTTIME... Y U NO STOP STALKING MEH?!


    Naw, just joking. You were in all of my updated threads. C:
    If you are, its okay, im awesome.


    [size=8][color=black]You surprise with just how perfect you are[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;]As his commonly used nickname reached his ears, Nineteenseventy let out a little whimper and soft, pained laugh, thick with the tears threatening to spill over from his verdant eyes.
    "I know, Art. You're gonna be fine, though, bro, I promise," the brown tabby murmured, gently nuzzling his sister's shoulder. "Just do me a favor and try to keep talking, okay? Stay awake, just keep yourself awake for us."

    Turning her head slightly too look at him, she forced a small laugh. "What's to talk about?" Artisticpaw whispered with a pained sigh.

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    [Center][font=Georgia][size=20pt]LOSTPAW ![/size]
    [Size=8pt][color=black]Despite this cruel world, and mindless efforts,
    [Size=10pt][color=navy]ShadowClan && Femme && Powers: the Sight && Harleyverse xx Paradiselost
    #lostywashere[/size]


    [Size=7pt]ic&&
    Lostpaw's face was relaxed, but she was really just nervous.


    ooc&&


    [size=8][color=black]You surprise with just how perfect you are[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;]"Anything you want to talk about, anything at all," Niney murmured, his tail flicking back and forth rhythmically in a worried way. "Just stay alert."

    "If I let go of it all right now, maybe I'd see Mom again. And I'd get to meet Daddy. But..." She felt like tearing up just thinking of the possibilities of her future. "But I'd never see you again. And I wouldn't like that. Not at all." He'd be gone. And Burny. And Crescendo. Artisticpaw looked to her paws, which were curled up close to her body. And Pythonking.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;]Niney bit his limp, hating to see his sister in this condition.
    "Just hang tight, Art. You're gonna be fine, I promise." He curled up beside her, pressing close to her side.