DOES IT FEEL LIKE OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT — open, headache

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    [b][size=20pt]FALLPAW HEARTPHILIA![/size]
    male - steward - westeros[hr][hr]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; overflow: auto; width: 380px; font-family: georgia]He had one of these in RiverClan, from overusing his soundwave and molecule manipulation in a really short amount of time. Fallpaw crouched in pain, wincing as a bolt of pain rushed through his mind. He hadn’t even used it! Why was this happening again? The lynx’s legs crumbled and he sunk to the ground, closing his hazel eyes against the pain. Whenever these headaches stopped happening to him, he was definitely going to be more careful about using his powers. Well, except for his shapeshifting - that never seemed to do anything to him. The steward opened his eyes a crack, retinas searching his surroundings for some familiar black seeds. Poppy seeds. He knew that they helped pain subside and made you sleepy, so that would help in this case. He made a mental vow to start learning all that he could about herbs so that he could help himself - or anything else with this problem - with a bit more expertise.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [align=center] #westerosaclifallpaw

    #westerosaclialex
    [fancypost bgcolor=#000000; border: none; height: auto; width: 450px;][align=center][color=#BDA0CB][sup]@softrain[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; height: auto; width: 440px; padding: 0px; margin-left: -8px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 440px; height: auto; padding: 0px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 440px; height: auto; padding: 0px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; height: auto; width: 440px; padding: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px;][justify][color=#BDA0CB][sup]The female had been walking around and just doing what she hoped she could for the Westeros. Guarding and hunting as Boreas put it. Her paws made light steps upon the grass before she came upon Fallpaw. He looked to be in pain and she approached with worry in her eyes. Although she saw no wounds upon his body and she sat down to pull her container of herbs from her pouch. "Is it a headache? I have some raspberry leaves that will stop it." She spoke softly as she removed the leaves from the container and set them in front of him.


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