I CANT GO DOWN '' open, injury

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    [color=white]{ i really needed her to get hurt for some reason, and i couldnt come up with anything SOO have her falling down rocks. her back is very injured, she's very cut up and bruised from the fall. nothing too serious. her left back paw is bleeding }


    bridalkit was wandering around camp silently. she hadn't much planned to do, but she did want to find something. the feather upon her ear that was there for quite a while - not especially a long period of time, but it was long enough to get attached to it. the disappearance of the accessory didn't make such a huge impact, but she felt like it was necessary to search for it.


    after giving up for looking for the black feather, bridalkit chose to do something more productive of her time. and with that, the turkish angora set off for the territory.


    she used her teleportation to get away with sneaking out - though she still felt slightly guilty after doing so. she'd never sneaked out before other than with lavakit!


    once she reached the outside, she came in eye contact with a large slope, cloaked with rocks. it was basically a hill where you climb rocks to reach the top of. it wasn't steep, but it was a pretty high slope.


    accepting the challenge, the kitten childishly made her way over to the rocks and squinted. she couldn't teleport to the top as she wasn't experienced enough to do so, so instead, the kitten merely climbed. yes, she was climbing to the top.


    there were spaces between each rock, so it was a strong possibility she'd get her paw stuck in it or something, so the kit was sure to be extremely careful. at first, it was easy to ascend up the hill, but then it got difficult.


    eventually, she was at a dead end, where any movement forward would only result in physical injury. bridalkit chose it would be the easiest route to simply travel back down, carefully descending down the rocks. unfortunately, she got her hind leg stuck in one of the rocks.


    she struggled from its grip, then leaned back in hopes of releasing her paw. unfortunately, all that did was make her fall down the rocks, scraping every part of her body as she tumbled down. as soon as she hit the ground with a loud thud, bridalkit let out a painful cry, cringing. her back had made a sudden crackling noise when she fell.
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    Cheetor Primus


    "I will hunt you down!"


    Steriod Pumped Mechanical Cheetah
    29 Moons Old ⁞ Male
    WindClan ⁞ Single ⁞ Bisexual


    Family
    Father: Sterling Archer - Third Tier of BloodClan
    Mother: Unknown
    Other Relatives:-
    Malory Archer (grandmother), countless half siblings


    Powers/Mutations
    Robotic body parts


    Other Info
    Difficulty: Extreme
    No Kill


    Owned Items
    Steroid Tablets


    History Brief
    Captured as a cub from the wild, used by scientists for illegal experimentation. Hence his shocking appearance and altered mind set.

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    Speech in Bold ⁞ Attack in Red
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    The clattering of metal over rock could soon be heard, a sign that Cheetor was close. He had been out patrolling the border and was on his way back now. The lazy cyborg yawned as he clambered over the rough terrain. All he could even think about was retiring to his den and sleeping the day away and waking up only to eat.


    Cheetor definitely displayed the perfect example of Sloth and Gluttony. But would he change his ways? Only when flying pigs shoot laserbeams and fart rainbows.


    It was then that the warrior paused in his steps as he heard the cry nearby. It sounded like a kit. His heart rate surged as his imagination rapidly cast itself through the list of horrendous scenarios that he might encounter.


    Cheetor clambered over the rocks, his red robotic optics scanning the surroundings for any sign of the young creature. There! He spied her at last. "By Primus! What happened?!" He exclaimed loudly as he came to a stop next to her. "I'm Cheetor. Can you tell me your name? What happened?" He asked the questions, mostly as a way to check for any damage to Bridalkit's cognitive functions.


    He wanted to pick her up but he had to refrain. The problem was that Cheetor's metal claws had sharp edges to them, if he tried to touch her he ran the risk of harming her further.

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    "Medic! We need a medic!" Shiftingallegiances shouted as she raced ove. By the look of it Bridalkit was pretty best up and need attention.









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  • Medic needed? Dang it, she didn't protect someone again! Rushing over as fast as her legs could carry her, she huffed. Then, Storypaw caught sight of Bridalkit. "BRI!!" screamed the apprentice, shooting over as fast as possible her herb satchel was in hand as she began to chew marigold into a pulp, along with anything else needed. She pulled out two poppy seeds and shoved them forward.


    Taking in a breath, she spit out the pulp and aimed to apply as needed. Now her back. she thought, only to realize that she didn't know how to do this.

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    [justify][color=#fff]"Bridalkit!" Discord calls with worry, scaling down the rocks to the fallen white fem with a heavy breath. "Shit, Bri, can you hear us?"
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    Seeing Bridalkit in such bad shape, it reminded Stolen of her attack. Limping down the slope, she would arrive, a frown deep in her face.
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    Cheetor Primus


    "I will hunt you down!"


    Steriod Pumped Mechanical Cheetah
    29 Moons Old ⁞ Male
    WindClan ⁞ Single ⁞ Bisexual


    Family
    Father: Sterling Archer - Third Tier of BloodClan
    Mother: Unknown
    Other Relatives:-
    Malory Archer (grandmother), countless half siblings


    Powers/Mutations
    Robotic body parts


    Other Info
    Difficulty: Extreme
    No Kill


    Owned Items
    Steroid Tablets


    History Brief
    Captured as a cub from the wild, used by scientists for illegal experimentation. Hence his shocking appearance and altered mind set.

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    Speech in Bold ⁞ Attack in Red
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    Seeing so many others here suddenly caused Cheetor to back off, the others were better suited at helping the hurt young kit. With a powerful leap he launched himself up onto a ledge and sat there. He didn't wish to go far, he simply wanted to remain close enough to offer help and also to see whether Bridalkit would be okay or not.

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    "You need to put on cobwebs or agrimony so that the bleeding can stop," Cloudhouse said with a frown as he arrived. Storykit had forgotten the most fundamental herb that was needed. Then he went to examine Bridalkit's back.


    > is there a fracture or break in her spine, or is her back just bruised?

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    Bones jogged forward, gazing upon the scene. He saw that the other official medics were treating the wounds, but the German Shepherd said quietly, "You should feel her back and straighten her out in a healing position. We need to get her back to camp somehow." He didn't care if he wasn't a medic, but this was a kit for God's sake. She needed immediate attention.
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    Rhy's life seemed to flash before her eyes, watching the kitten in her sharp descent. Falling. Breaking the back. This was in fact how she had, when she was only a few moons old, broken her spine and become a paraplegic, something that had gone on to inform so much of her later life, and no doubt making her more bitter than she otherwise would have been.


    A cry was trapped in her throat -- some warning that would come too late. And now they could only hope it was not as bad as it had sounded, or Rhy would have a protege on her hands. Over time, she had learned fairly well how to deal with her disability, but she had never overcome it.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]upon hearing the commotion, graphitekit quickly made his way to the sound. upon seeing his half-sister lying there hurt, he choked. "bridalkit?" he asked catiously, the name coming out breathy. oh, no. couldn't it have been someone else, someone not his sister. he shook his head as he watched the medics attempt to heal her.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Bloomingskies made her way towards the group, nervous energy racing through her system. She mentally marked down agrimony, herself having completely forgotten that herb, as it wasn't common in her practices. She knew the uses, however, and there plenty of those.

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    [font=georgia] The brown tabby heard a cry uncannily similar to Bridalkit's. In fact, it wasn't similar; it was Bridalkit's. Racing to the source of the cry, the younger kit found whom she would call her friend surrounded by many others, familiar and unfamiliar alike. "Woah, Bridal!" Steamkit exclaimed after being inactive for a few days. "What happened?!"




    #steamiestofpunks


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    [color=white](her spine is fractured, yes)


    as her clanmates approached, bridalkit remained frozen in place, wincing at the pain. she'd never expect to be injured like this so early, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself! though being a kit, the turkish angora did need immediate observation. bry heard discord's questioning, and she managed to nod ever-so-slightly in return - hopefully that was enough.


    she gaped her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. the guardian bit back a pained squeal and merely flinched when steamkit approached, questioning why she'd been on the ground bleeding. she couldn't answer, so simply hoped someone would do so for her.
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    [align=center][sup][color=white] #bridalshower / ask.fm

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  • [justify]Lavakit limped over, having just had a catastrophe herself, and her green eyes widened when she saw her sister lying there. Resisting the urge to screech at everyone who wasn't doing anything, the red tabby lingered back, not wanting to crowd Bridalkit. What had happened to her sister? It appeared that she had fallen, which was sad because she had not been as fortunate as to only sprain her paw. Flattening her ears, the marbled tabby sat next to Graphitekit with sadness in her eyes.
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