ONE LAST CHANCE||Open, self harm||TO BREATHE

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    Being suicidal and hurting yourself was not the same thing. She eyed Cloudpaw. She had no idea what might be wrong with him, but then they didn't pay her to know about how everyone was sick. She hadn't learned all that much about it. Her only thought -- bitterly -- was that maybe it was some soul thing. That would have served him right for making things so horrible for her, not believing that she had legitimate difficulties that weren't some sort of mental issue. Rhymepaw narrowed her eyes slightly. She was more than a little annoyed at the fact that it was a discussion, in the case of self harm. If someone wanted help, they should give it to them. That was how it should be.


    Rhy's ears flattened against her head. She really hadn't meant to make Wiccanpaw get the moss. After all, she'd just hurt her leg, for whatever reason. Rhy figured there were enough other therapists and she was hardly qualified...and she had more than enough problems of her own. The black she-cat couldn't manage it though. Couldn't move quickly anywhere. Ever broken. "Well I can start up the glass house again, if you tell me what you need the most." She commented.
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    "Yup, there are legitimate therapist positions in the Clan. Someone within the rank would be..Armin, last time I checked." Reuben spoke. Of course he hadn't been the most active dog ever after his promotion, but that was the result of creating offspring and nurturing them in a different clan.
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