This is what I live for~ (OPEN)

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Gendry Simul Stamus[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]_{HAWKCLAN — APPRENTICE — INFORMATION — NO POWERS — INTERACTION — OTHER
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]The pounding of his feet against the ground was a sound all to familiar to the tom. The ache in his muscles, the ringing in his ears, the strict pounding of his heart being pushed to it's limits, it was all to familiar. When he ran like this, he felt alive. He felt like he existed. It was as if the mind boggling world he knew let its secrets fall and just accepted him. The voices quieted, his body felt like it was his, and he felt like it would never end.}

_{He ran a lot for this reason and it was starting to show. His short legs were toned and his body had lost all the baby fat it had once held. Gendry didn't look like that fluffy little kit he used to look like anymore. He was growing up and he wasn't even aware.}

_{Suddenly his body went flying, his paw staying in place wedged in a tree root. He let out a yowl of pain as his face hit the ground first. From his paw, there was a loud crack as the bone broke at the joint, the bone separating to the point that his wrist was now flaccid. He stared at his paw angrily, trying to stand. It hurt but his anger was getting the best of him and so were the voices. He didn't call for a med though he clearly needed one.}

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]//He has a broken wrist. There's blood where the bone is poking out mainly.}

_{He shook his head. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine!" he said, giving his clanmate a smile. He tried standing again but the pain stopped him. "Damn it!" he muttered. The only worry in his head was how he was going to get his paw free from the branch.}

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[color=transparent] #whaaaatitsgendry

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Man, all he really wanted to do was get out of there. But Erica knew best when it came to these kinda matters so he figured he should listen to her.}

_{"I honestly feel like it might just be sprained but you can go ahead and look if you want to," he said. He was really starting to worry now that something might be really wrong. It was a good thing he never became a shaman.}

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