RAISE 'EM UP / death

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]She was punctured. Her side was bleeding, though she could breathe. The female lay out near the more foresty area. Someone had stabbed her- obviously, Witchkit wasn't going to survive this.


    (omg guys, I'm so sorry. I might bring her back one day, but I really have no muse these days)

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    [color=white]@ARUKIN & MADI & BLUEBELLS

    battle tags for users on mobile/who can't hover.


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    #deanpostedhere
    #thehunterwashere


    ✻ karmamagic
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    [justify][size=10] /gets bazooka and shotguns and starts firing everywhere while screaming


    Karma had been walking around when the scent of tangy blood made its way into her extensive nose. Her eyes widened as she rushed towards the aroma before breaking through the undergrowth, sprained paw dragging her behind quite a bit. She flattened her ears as she saw the sight that laid before her.


    The onyx approached hesitantly and watched the kit's eyes with a pang in her heart. She lowered her maw to the small merchant and took a sniff, it was apparent her life was drawing to an end by the scent of death that haunted her, "Witchkit?" her hoarse voice forced out.[/justify]


    #karmawashere


    [color=white](c) chromy

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]It seemed to her a miracle to her that someone had shown up. The kitten's ragged breaths grew quicker. "Am.. I going to die?" The merchant asked, squeezing her eyes tightly. No, this couldn't happen. Not to her.


    (don't worrYYY I'M BRINGING HER BACK LATER wow I'm so indecisive)


    ✻ karmamagic
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    [justify][size=10] Karmamagic couldn't lie to the small black kit, but she couldn't sugarcoat it. Looking down at a loss of words, she opened her maw, "No... you're just... going to rest for a little while." she gave a weak smile to her as she curled down beside Witchkit. She wasn't much of a reassuring type, but she would try her best to comfort the merchant.    [/justify]


    #karmawashere


    [color=white](c) chromy


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Witchy? Witchy!" she screamed, freezing as she watched the female, her status unknown to the MCA. Were they even friends any more. "Cobwebs!" she screamed, whirling on Karma, eyes unfocused and foggy. Come on Camille. You can't phase out on her. "The blood, we have to stop it! We have to save her! She can't die! You can't die! No!" her words were tinted with hysteria, some how, deep down, she knew she couldn't be saved, but no matter what, she had to try.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]A small sob racked her body. "I can't," The cat said quietly, gasping for air. Her gaze drifted down to her injuries and she quietly looked away. As Camille approached she didn't move.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]ANCHOR TO A LIFE LONG GONE !
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    Velvetevening approached the cat she would have made her apprentice, voice strained with grief. "No, sweetie, you'll be fine. Eat these, please." She pushed forward poppy seeds that had been dipped in honey and hardened. "These are sweet seeds. They'll take away the pain." Vel was practically crying by now, every sad note in her voice disguised with false cheeriness. "You'll wake up in the morning, and you'll never feel pain again. I promise."


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    [color=transparent] #nineywashere


    ✻ karmamagic
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    [justify][size=10] The onyx looked to the panicking MCA with stern emerald eyes, aiming to rest a tail on her shoulder, "Camille, she's going to a better place now, and you should spend her last moments with her." she said coarsely, flicking her gaze in a gesture to the gasping kit. Seeing as Vel had all of this under control, Karmamagic kept her emotionless gaze on the kit before backing up to give them room.    [/justify]


    #karmawashere


    [color=white](c) chromy


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]"Vel... Karma..." she trailed off, her voice an unspoken question. How could you not even try?

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Her face was lined with tears. "I'm not stupid," Witchkit replied softly. "I know... know where I'm going. I just... I want to tell Fel, a-and Newpaw, and Jasper... I love them."

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto][size=10]And with that, she was gone, settled down to rest.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=#fff]Her eyes sharpened and her glaze turned to steel. "I'll tell them, I promise. I'm sorry, Witchy...

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto][size=10]this wasnt for her tho
    whatever
    she's already back so