look what the fox brought in [ open; mc needed ; tempy's return ]

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    This wasn't real. No, it couldn't be. Temporal groaned- for she didn't feel the sharp pang of pain at first. Not until she attempted to move, that is. The Radical was too afraid to open her eyes. This couldn't happen. Impossible. She had died in that fire. There was no way she could have survived.


    Tempy.. all you have to do is open your eyes... open them.. That voice. What was that voice? She was certainly going insane. Against all odds, the femme slowly opened her olive ovals. The light filling her vision was immediate. Quickly shutting them again, she let out a small cry. Now she didn't know if she was dead or not. F*cking hell. This was hell.


    Slower... you're alive, you're alive. Attempting once again, the tortie screeched when she opened her eyes fully, the bright light of the world making her head swim with throbbing pain. When her pupils finally dilated, she took the time to take in her surroundings. A forest. A f*cking forest.


    No, not a beach. Her old home was destroyed by that damn fire. She would kill for water about now. Her throat screamed out, but no sound came. Water.


    Visions of the previous RadicalClan camp flooded her mind. The beach, with the shiny white pearls.. Warblercall. Holy sh*t.. Warblercall was dead. She remembered that day, seeing her mate lying on the white sand, unmoving. Dead. DEAD.


    F*ck, she just wanted her mate back. She wanted Warblercall. She wished she had died in that fire. Why the hell had she been brought back?


    The tortie let out a crackled sound, trying to signal to anycat that was nearby. Her throat was too dry to say a word. Even if she dared speak, all that would come out would be mangled cries.


    Cries for help. This was insane. All Temporal Scoppio could do was lie there. Like a f*cking stain left to die.


    [color=#36750B]ooc; [color=white]This could have been way better. I'm sorry for my terrible muse ;o;

    Sigma was just walking around when she saw a familiar cat. "Tempy is that you?" asked the silver deputy, looking at the femme. She was too shocked at the moment to realize that she needed medical attention right away.
    "TEMPOARAL, IS THAT YOU?" she yowled, again, her ice blue eyes full of happiness. Clearly, Sigma was too shocked to get help.

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    'It's me.'The femme sent a telepathic message to the deputy.[color=#36750B]

    Primadonnakit saw a RadicalClanner. She, since she was new to the Clan hadn't met the femme before. "You need medical help," the blue mink said, and with that she sprinted off, trying to find someone with medical abilities.

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    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]AND STILL WE'RE SCREAMING RIP TO EVERYONE WE LOVE
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    Andromeda had been the first one the kitten found and sped up with aloe vera; a herb she remembered vaguely from when her brother had mentally caught himself afire with his super senses. The flame point wasn't exactly sure how that worked but it hurt like hell through their sibling bond so she wouldn't question it.


    Of course she'd suggested rolling in water which had gotten a lecture from Amazonrain on how you never put water on fresh burns even if Vasily hadn't actually burned himself physically. This succulent had been the leopards alternative and now it would be useful. Crushing the leaves to get the gel out, the female began to apply the medicine on what she judged to be the worst of the burns while waiting for someone more experienced than herself to turn up.


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    Woah shit, things looked pretty bad.
    Mori padded over, a concerned glimmer to her copper-visionaries. It didn't look too good for the feline - and judging by Sigma's reaction, she certainly wasn't just any old loner.
    The cheetah stood by, patiently waiting incase anybody needed her to rush off to find a herb or something - and waiting for indirect-answers to the questions forming within her mind.
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    "Temporalshinigans!"
    The ebony feline almost screeched in a half-hushed voice, dashing over to the limp form of her...of her...what?
    "Temporal!"
    Again, Rohthy could do nothing but to cry out, as useless as a piece of garbage littered in the junkyard, her head drooping at the terrible turn of events.
    "I....SunClan..."
    Her enraged fangs grind with each other and her black-furred maw twisted in an ugly grimace.
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    [color=#36750B]ic; [color=white]Temporal hissed in pain. After awhile, the gel seemed to cool and soothe the burns that ached the most. The tortie still had no motivation to move. She should have died.


    'Rohthy? Is that you?'She turned her head as much as she could to look the feline in the eyes. SunClan? Why was the femme mentioning SunClan? What has happened? //muse why

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