MY THOUGHTS ARE STARS I CAN'T FATHOM INTO CONSTELLATIONS -- open

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    Battlepaw had only been wandering around, hunting whatever creature he came upon. The heavily armoured male flicked his tail, using his sword he cut the head off a mouse and began to feast on the creature. As he finished a voice interrupted him, one he should not have been able to hear. "Battlepaw yes? I am Castiel. Your new best friend" the voice was eerie and sounded the complete opposite of friendly. As he began to turn around to see who had spoken a cat raced at him and the most pain he had ever felt shot through his body.


    He was cold, beyond freezing, and a headache plagued his mind. Whatever that was he could now hear inside his head, like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. "Let me in child, I will make it better" Battlepaw let out a rather manly scream. You couldn't blame the guy, it felt like someone was trying to scratch his brains out. He shook his head side to side [b]"I dunno who you are but get the * out of my head mate" he yelled. It was clear he was in pain, the mountain lion couldn't piece together what was going on. It was rather sudden when a bright light flashed before him and his mind was blank so he could only hear Castiel I, child, am your worst nightmare" so there lay the armoured lion. Seizures wracking his body as the demon continued to try and possess his body.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]It was quite a sight to see a newer clan-mate withering around on the floor in pain. In fact, it was enough to set any young kitten from bursting into terrified tears, but not for Brooklynkit. She had survived The Blood Games-- hosted by her own uncle, Abaddcus, back in 2013. Brooklyn had witnessed a lot of blood and gore here, but there was no blood this time. "Helixkit! Gabrielle! Come quick!" Yelled the alabaster kitten as she ran over to Battlepaw. He was that boy who had joined yesterday, wasn't he? Oh God.

    [align=center][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; fancypost bgcolor=transparent; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase][justify][size=12][color=black]"jeezus fuckin' christ, dude!" now that was an actual seizure. he shook his head, attempting to nudge battlepaw. "get a fucking exorcist, too." yeah, now wasn't the time to be making jokes, but he wasn't kidding -- he saw something with the sight and he didn't like it. of course, he had no fucking clue what the hell it was. he gave the larger wildcat one more glance before racing off to find someone to fix the stupid apprentice.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Oh, fuck. Helixkit hardly knew how to treat seizures. Within her time as witch doctor, which was short as of now, there had been one seizure; she had showed up too late, and everyone else who was not a witch doctor had taken care of it. She couldn't say she wasn't relieved. She had seen what they had done, and hopefully would be able to do the same to this one.


    She didn't want anyone's blood at her hands.


    Hurrying over, the tortoiseshell glanced at the male for a moment, stepping back. She drew in a deep breath. Breathe. That was what she told herself every time. "We have to turn him over; and keep his mouth open." She explained, attempting to do just this - she raced over, trying to nudge his body onto its side and gently open his mouth. She didn't know how this had happened, and she didn't really care, either. She just hoped he would be more careful in the future. After all, it was annoying when everyone kept hurting themselves. She didn't want to waste herbs on stupid Noblelanders.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]THE NOBLELANDS — COUNSLER — INFORMATION — [abbr=flower prints, the sight, super senses, the ability to absorb spirits, memory manipulation]POWERS[/abbr] — INTERACTION — [abbr=based on jack from lost - former lives include dr. tobias enlightened (human surgeon), darwin (windclan), falseprince (windclan)]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]toby approached, turning to helixkit. do you need any herbs? he asked, prepping his paws. he could grow any herb from his fingertips if necessary.

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    The demon must have grown weary, used all his power up or something. The pain stopped, the White light, the seizures. They stopped leaving the male in a rather untidy looking mess that currently had his mouth hung open as he lay on his side. The male was not yet ready for consciousness though. Battlepaw could still feel the demon in his mind, he could feel it and he hated it with every single cell in his body. Why did the bad * happen to him again?


    The male was in and out of consciousness, groans and mumbles of confusion leaving his maw as he finally began to recover from his fit. His breathing was heavy and uneven, he was at a loss of breath. His muscles ached terribly and confusion still hovered over him for a minute as he tried to identify the faces that we're currently surrounding him. It was rather strange as to why the seizure had happened and the male himself had no idea. With another groan his vision began to focus and he swallowed trying to put moisture back in his maw.


    [b]"what happened?" came the hoarse voice of Battlepaw as he shifted into a comfier lying position. [/fancypost]
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    [justify][font=times new roman]"That's our line." The voice spoke as the leopardess approached, hearing the distressed calls of her clanmates. Placid optics scanned over the male's frame, concluding that he had no major physical injuries, and like so many times before, this was a matter concerning whatever had happened to the fellow's mind.

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 1px][size=8]Kelsie didn't know what to say. She really, truly, didn't. There were so many new faces compared to the last time she had really been around, and she blamed herself for not knowing who they were. Her mind was all cluttered and honestly, the knight just didn't feel very good. Her throat was burning and scratchy. Her head was pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it. Her joints were sore. Yet, the youthful feline didn't know what to do about that either. Going to see someone made sense, but she didn't do that unless she was full on dying. As far as she knew, she could still get around; besides Crim didn't even know what was wrong with her. There was just something.


    A concerned look sprawled across the domestic cat's facial features, she'd stay back.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]NOBLELANDS — TRAINEE — [abbr=izumi sena + male + seven months + domestic feline + no powers + no bodies + wears glasses + homosexual + trainee + the noblelands + medium + ages every two hundred post + no major injury, maim, or capture]INFORMATION[/abbr] — POWERS — [abbr=attack in peachpuff + no major injury, maim, or capture]INTERACTION[/abbr] — OTHER
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Why had everyone been yelling? He groaned before he then padded over, spotting Battlepaw on the ground. The timid male then noticed everyone around him and that's when he grew nervous before looking back at Battlepaw. Had something bad happened? He didn't see any wounds on the guy, but maybe something happened earlier? Confusion grew in him and he just sat down.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae came running up, late to the party as usual and she pushed her nose lightly into Battlepaw's neck, whining softly as she sat down next to him. She had grown a strange attachment to her new friend and hearing that he had been having a seizure had scared her more than anything. She only wished she had been here sooner, rather than later. She was happy, though because he was at least up and talking. So instead, she kept her mouth shut and her worries to herself and just sat by his head in a protective way. Him being the only one here that she had fully opened up to, she felt closer to him and knowing his past, she felt like she had to protect HIM. She didn't want anymore harm to come to him.[/fancypost]
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    [align=center][sup][sup][color=#aff7ff]© royal #royaltemplate #puddingisbae| idea © riley at thq

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    Thanks for explaining guys, the cougar thought sarcastically, though he didn't say it out loud. He noticed the arrival of quite a few faces he either knew a little bit or didn't know at all. That was until Sylmae came along. As she pushed her head into his neck he made more of an effort than he had before to force himself to a seating position. He himself had a pounding in his head. He hoped his memory from before the seizure because he wanted to know why the hell he woke up on the floor. He still wasn't sure what had happened considering no body had decided to tell him. When he managed to sit up his front paws were at least a meter apart to keep him steady and his head was hung as Battlepaw continued trying to recall what had happened.


    He turned his head to Syl and pressed his nose to her cheek in a reassuring way [b]"I'll be alright darl"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae twitched her ear and her ears grew warm at the touch of his nose to her cheek but she ignored it. "I would love to tell you what happened, Battlepaw but I was kind of.. late to the party." She mumbled, feeling bad that she hadn't been here for him. She glanced around at the group wondering if any of them would step up and say what happened because she wanted to know, as well. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"No, I don't need herbs, and you had a goddamn seizure. Don't know why, but don't do it again, please?" Helixkit said, adding the 'please' on to the end with a sarcastic ring to it. She blinked at Battlepaw.


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    [font=Script MT Bold]Lyric ran over at the noise of panic and the word 'herbs'. [color=pink]"Everything okay over here?" he asked.

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