Everything Became So Dark (Open, Warriors and Med Cat needed!)

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    The night was only young when a small frame was found shuffling across the territory of Windclan. A young, apprentice aged brown tabby gazed around, his vision blurred by bloody wounds across his face and body. He collapsed nearby a single tree when he could no longer take it. "Damn..." the weakened apprentice muttered. "To think I made it this far...I can't just...give up...ngh," he spoke to himself. He propped himself upon the tree, and gazed around him. Would anyone find him out here? He had never been this far before...Where was he?

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    'you don't look so good,' cashmerekit meowed as she padded up. 'what happened? should i fetch a medicine cat?' the honorguard inquired solicitously.


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    The tom looked up, although he couldn't tell who was there—there was too much blood in the way. "Uh...?" he gruffed as he listened to their voice. "Medicine....I need...to keep...goin'..." he said before his shoulders slumped onto the tree in unconsciousness. He seemed like he was trying to fight it, but with his energy exhausted there was little he could do.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Do you want me to fetch a medic, Mikki?" Pipercharm's quiet voice was clear as the warrior ran over.


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    [b]"I heard medicine cat," said Marseilleskit softly as she ventured over. "Are you okay, sir?" Obviously not. Marseilleskit was just polite and always asked it out of decorum.
    [permission to powerplay healing and list of injuries? c:]


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    [justify]If Marseilleskit hadn't appeared, the timber wolf would have gotten someone, because this guy did not look that well.. at all. But now the the mca was there, she just stayed quiet, looking towards the unfamiliar face with interest.

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    Jasonpaw came up, standing next to Pipercharm. Luckily the medicine cat apprentice came. If she didn't, Jason would have went to fetch someone. The cream and white apprentice looked worried, though, as he watched the scene play out. The newcomer didn't look good. Jason hoped that he was going to live. After all, he wasn't really good with death unless it was from an enemy. The normally confident apprentice craned his neck, trying to get a better look.

    ooc: sorry, no powerplay. powers, however, allowed. List of injuries and on a scale of (least)1-10(worst): Cross-slash across the forehead(9), Numerous small cuts on legs and chest from bramble(3), Large cuts down sides from what appear to be wolf claws(9).

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    [ooc; Okay, got it. c:]
    Marseilleskit started chewing up marigold for the large cuts, first sopping up some blood with wet moss. She'd need more herbs. After making a marigold and horsetail poultice, she grew some goldenrod with her flower prints, adding that in. She aimed to apply those to the large wounds, plastering on cobwebs thoroughly. For the smaller cuts, she simply attempted to rub on a little dock and add a little marigold, putting on cobwebs.


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    [justify]The canine found herself looking at the brown tabby, remembering her past life but shaking off the memories quickly. "A-Are you in pain?" The timber wolf wasn't sure why she stuttered with her first word but she did, and found herself hoping she'd get an answer from the male, although she wouldn't want to push at all.

    While he couldn't exactly talk or walk from all the blood loss, he could hear a voice calling out to him. "Nghh..." was all he could utter—he could no longer distinguish reality from his head, he was too far unconscious.

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    [justify]The female found herself moving forward, aiming to place a paw on one of his sides in an attempt to take away some of the pain he was feeling and transfer it to herself.

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    "Poor guy." Hungergames meowed, striding up next to Jasonpaw. "Hey, buddy, need some food?" He inquired with a shrug, sea green eyes hopeful.
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    Once again a voice spoke out to him, but he couldn't understand what he was hearing. The tabby tom could only groan a word in response. "F-fire..." he muttered. Yes...everything came back to him. But to everyone else he could have said anything and it would have been deemed gibberish or incoherent.

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    [b]"Fire?" Was this the reason for his injury? Unlikely; there wasn't a single burn.


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    [font=comic sans ms][size=8][color=white]Luke came up on the other side of Piper, sending his best friend a weird look. "You'll be okay." He assured.

    ooc: well I suppose it's up to me to continue to rp ._.


    ic:Eventually the tom's eyes opened back up, dazed and confused. It took him a moment to discern but he tensed and shrunk back when he saw numerous forms around him. "W-who are you!?" he said, panicked. "I demand an answer!" He had a certain accent to him only noble leaders did, which was strange for someone his age; he looked to be 6 or 7 moons.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Piper sighed inwardly. "That was rude. We're WindClan, and we're friendly," the warrior piped up (no pun intended) from her place standing between Luke and Jason.


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    The tom let out a sigh of relief. "I apologize, that was indeed rude of me. I was just... afraid," he said, turning away to look at the ground. "Afraid you might have belonged to those ruffians..." His green eyes brightened and he returned his gaze to the Windclanners. "Sorry, I haven't even introduced myself and why I'm here..." he said,
    clearing his throat. "My name is Thoronis Firstblood, but you can call me Thoro. My heritage comes far from the north, where we live mostly in a world of snow. I come from the kingdom of Ram, one of the four that coincide in both peace and war. Recently the Kingdom of Frost had sent troops to assault us. They had rouges, ones with huge, wolf-like claws. They destroyed my family...I fear I'm the only one left. Please, allow me to repay your kindness; allow me to join you and fight for you. I may be of royalty, but I am definitely no stranger to war."