i feel so confused on a friday night (open / return)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    He had somehow managed to escape. It had been a long journey back, thanks to wounds, but he was home again, even if home was his own hell. The male would stagger onto the territory and collapse, fatigued and nearly unconscious, his breathing come shallowly.
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    The Lady would have, on a usual occasion, leave Breakingbenjamin there to perish. Yet being that she had to maintain her façade, the fem would merely look at him for a moment emotionlessly before yelling, "Someone, we need a medic!" In the meantime, Red would simply force an overly concerned composition as she scanned for any approaching entities.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    The apprentice, who also doubled as a head guard, groaned slightly as a voice entered the air. It was that of unfamiliarity to the male but he was thankful for it's request. Help would possibly arrive.
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    "Breakingpaw?" the warrior mewed, voice rising with apprehension as the words left her larynx. "Oh, Breakingpaw! Are you okay?" The female would attempt to nuzzle the head guard as a feeble attempt to see if any of his affections still remained for her and not that dainty little girl, Fearless.


    Larkpaw had been parading around the territory, collecting herbs, humming to himself and having an overall good time by himself with the chilly winter's breeze and the dabbled snowflakes. He giggled as the fluffy bits of frost touch his nose before they quickly melted into a void of nothingness. He was taking some time off for a change, frolicking about in the snow like he had done as a kitten, liveliness and vigor within his every socked step. Eventually he stopped dead in his tracks, flinching back at the echoing noise and voice of two she-cats, one familiar and one not. The medic apprentice immediately identified the first as Salemtrials, but couldn't comprehend the other female's utterance.


    Larkpaw slowly advanced forward, eventually quickening the pace as he realized that the one unfamiliar voice was urgently requesting a medic to come and help out. His sapphire eyes fixated on the patient and he recalled Benjamin's familiar face, all battered from being captured in BloodClan for a second time. The medicine cat apprentice wobbled over (trying his best not to fall face-first into the snow) and then examined his visually, deciding it would be best to get him to camp before healing. It was cold and he had no herbs here, anyways. "Go camp?" He proposed to the other two in his lowly speech skills, attempting to grab a hold of the larger tomcat's scruff so he could take him to camp.

    [justify][size=8]The large serval would groan as she touched him, eyes watering, as everything was in pain. "Idiot!" He mumbled in her direction, thinking about maybe just giving in to the pain and finding a new body. No, he couldn't do that, being a serval was rather cool, so say in the least, and he wasn't ready to give that up.


    Feeling teeth in his scruff, the head guard would hiss slightly. There was pain everywhere and being probed and touched was not good at the moment. "S-Stop... It hurts."

    "Sorry!" Sale mewed, jumping back a few fox-lengths as her light orbs flickered with trepidation. Her whiskers seemed to droop a few inches as she did this. Then came the registering of the situation. That's when the fear, anxiety, and regret all mixed into one horrid feeling. It made the serval want to vomit her entrails.

    [justify]"Breakingpaw!" the leader gasped as she padded over, looking at her son, worry in her eyes. She turned to Larkpaw. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked the medicine cat apprentice hopefully, blinking her blue eyes, hoping she could, indeed, help out somehow.[/justify]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-width: 1px; width: 200px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9pt; opacity: 0.5; margin-top: 30px;]`` NO KILL `` NO CAPTURE
    `` ATTACK IN LIGHT BLUE




    `` SH TORBIE COAT W/ WHITE PAW
    `` ODD EYES [L: GRAY. R: BLUE]




    `` NO MATE
    `` APPRENTICE: BREAKINGPAW    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; background-image: url('http://i1353.photobucket.com/albums/q672/mariahsypowell/icyblast_zpsce2dce68.png'); border-width: 0px; height: 370px; width: 212px; margin-right: -27px;][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-width: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid black; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30pt; color: black; margin-top: -169px; margin-left: 40px;]Icyblast[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-width: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: -40px;]THUNDERCLAN `` MALE `` 14 MONTHS `` GEN. 1[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-width: 1px; width: 398px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.5; margin-top: -26px; margin-left: 40px;]It was the commotion and the smell of blood that drew Icyblast to the scene, his expression breaking away form it's normal boredom to show shock.


    "Breakingpaw?!" His apprentice. Moving to stand next to the wounded apprentice he glanced at Larkkit, barely an apprentice, and meowed steadily, "if he's in to much pain to move you'll have to treat him here."[/fancypost]