PLAY OUR LITTLE GAME • OPEN + VERY SERIOUS INJURY

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] BLACKKIT ![/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] will you defeat them, your demons, & all the non-believers[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white]This was the possible start of his official depression, melancholy, and understanding of the word 'pain.' Once again, even after the fire incident, his clanmates had let him be as he wandered aimlessly, paws clapping against the sand as he skipped around, innocently. It could have touched one's heart at his joy, despite his disgusting face, which was not prettily slapped up on there like some thought a character with a torn off face would look, but it jagged out, and rather was thick, and his face looked swollen no matter what angle you saw him from, and his smile looked elderly when he smiled, and it was rather sad.

However, what would really make Blackkit sad for his appearance, wouldn't be the appearance anymore. It would be how stupid he was, as he skipped around humming like a social butterfly talking to bushes, innocently grinning and rolling around in the grass. But he was unaware of the monster behind the curtains, and he was the child on stage, and the monster would pop out from the curtains and do as heart's content. But this wasn't a play, this was utter bitter incidents that could not be fixed with an apology as theaters make it out to be.

And so, Blackkit rolled on his back, the two month old kitten smiled, tilting his head back and fourth, the fragile being kicked his legs around in the air with a small grin, unaware of the beast that might spring out from nowhere and ruin his whole life. Nothing would ever be the same, not that he would remember it in the future, anyway. He lay down, closing his lifeless blue eyelids, the blind kitten gently looking around.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] BLACKKIT ![/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] will you defeat them, your demons, & all the non-believers[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white]Then, reality hit him harder then it ever had, and he screamed as blood sprayed out, almost uncontrollably, and any would know if he wasn't healed within an hour, he could even die from blood loss, but that wouldn't be the case. Screeching in pain and surprise, Blackkit felt tears tingle with the tangy liquid and he screamed as loud as a kit could. "PWEEZE MO!" Cried Blackkit, in a begging tone, and his heart beat rapidly, and he was obviously in shock.

He could not see anything fading, but his paws were utterly shaky, and he looked like he was about to fall down, and Blackkit trembled wildly until he did fall, and his blue eyes closed, and in shock, was in the most dangerous state possible and fainted, leaving Mangle Fazbear to do whatever he delighted to with the vulnerable and fragile kitten, unconscious.
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Adelaide cursed as she arrived at the scene, having been nearby when she'd heard it happen. Rushing to the kid's aid, she would attempt to place her paws on the kitten's wound, gently but still firmly attempting to slow the bleeding. "Go get a crapton of cobwebs! Now!" she hissed to Mangle, not really giving a crap if she was the one who attacked Blackkit just yet.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 275px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify]_{— Oh no, not Blackkit! She was really starting to like this kid. As Octvia arrived at the scene, she wasn't surpised to find Mangle involved. She had a word or two to say about the animatronic, but that would have to wait. Sitting next to Addie, she retrieved both cobwebs and a wad of gauze from her satchel. "Here."
The collie then set to work examining Blackkit's condition. "I suggest propping him up. It will slow the flow of blood to his head." She suggested, glancing to her leader.}

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] will you defeat them, your demons, & all the non-believers[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white]Blackkit was unconscious, as blood lulled out his mouth like drool, and tears slipped from his eyes as he lay down, unaware of anything or anyone, the severely injured tom going through the dash between birth and death, a life that was surprising and wild.

//sorry idk how to rp unconscious characters o3o
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Callingcard was having a nice time wandering around through darkclan before a strong scent crossed his nose and interrupted him. His head snapped up, whiskers quivering and ears swiveling as he took a deeper whif; the skin above his nose crinkling. A mix of blood and something that he just couldn't remember, in his intrest he dashed over. He was only a few yards from the scene when he drew to a halt when he relized what the odd scent was cerebrospinal fluid.

"What the fuck happened here! The serval asked angrily, in the way someone would snap if their drink order was wrong. He certainly didn't have the right outward reaction for seeing a near-dead kit with a severed skull that was missing a chuck of brain.

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Nodding her thanks to Mangle and Octavia, she would gently attempt to prop the kit's head up, careful to make sure that he couldn't choke on his blood. God, she'd never dealt with this before. Using her free paw, she attempted to press more cobwebs onto the wound, trying her best not to hurt the kid's brain. She didn't think she'd actually seen a brain before so that was another.. interesting feeling to add to the mix already churning in her gut.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] will you defeat them, your demons, & all the non-believers[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white]Touching a brain likely was not attractive, and seeing Blackkit was completely helpless, she could break his neck without him making a sound. Tears still dove down in his sleep, as blood was mushed up wildly into the cobwebs, almost instantly turning the webs into soaked bandages. The unfortunate kitten may never be able to call himself a 'warrior' when he grew up without a stutter, five trips over his own body, and even a self-injury by accident. Blackkit would have a miserable life without his frontal lobe, to say the least.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] BLACKKIT ![/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px] will you defeat them, your demons, & all the non-believers[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white]And so, he was there.

Blackkit was laying down crying himself to pieces restlessly, the now seeing tom looking up and seeing something. He could see something in a beautiful shade of colors. At least, that would be normal to think it was beautiful, seeing something and being blind was always beautiful. His heart leaped when he saw someone, and his blue now lively eyes shining.

Wiping away a tear, Blackkit was choked up as he murmured. "H-hi... May I help you?" He asked, ears pricking. "W-who are you may I ask? A-are you from a clan?" The black tabby asked, whipping around his long tail nervously. [i]Am I dead? He asked himself feeling rather shaky, looking around nervously and taking up his sight view, smiling gently.
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