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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align: justify; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt;]Jinny couldn't function right. She couldn't find the energy she usually had to pop out of her eno every morning, ready for a new day. There was only one continuous thought running through her head:


    Sammy's gone. And the last thing you did was blame him.


    And that was the truth. When she found out he was having a litter with Stacey, it hurt Jinora. But that wasn't exactly it—she blamed herself for feeling angry and hurt, because she had no right over anything Sammy did. She wasn't his girlfriend. Maybe Jinora wouldn't have beat herself up so hard if he hadn't died—id her last words spoken to them hadn't been in vain.


    So Jinora sat in a beanbag in her PB Teen store, rocking back and forth as she cried, grieving for her lost friend.


    (dreamie sat there, listening to "One More Minute" by Capital Cities, and squealed when she realized it was a hazille song. Oops.)
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    Shardpaw liked to act all hardcore and vampire-ly, but seeing someone cry alone made him worry a bit too much.
    He slowly approached to her and thought of something smooth to calm her down. "J-Jinny, what's the matter?" He asked, a little stutter accidentaly escaping his mouth.

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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Icepaw felt her ears prick at the sound of crying. Someone was... crying? The last time she'd heard the faint sobs was in RiverClan, but she'd later discovered that it was her crying. She winced and padded towards the noise of the grieving child. "I-I'm not sure it's really my place, but.. A-Are you alright..?" She questioned quietly, her blind gaze fixated on the ground. Wow, this was awkward.


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    Wednesday heard Jinora sobbing from doors down and it hurt her more than seeing Sammy die did. At least she would only have to look upon Sammy's dead body until someone carried it away to the graveyard but with Jinora, there was no graveyard to be carried away to. There was only the dark expanse of guilt and sadness.


    "It's OK, Jinny," the kitsune comforted as she came to stand beside the apothecary apprentice. She attempted to place a tail over the girl's shoulder in comfort. Fortunately, she'd taken the daggers out due to the weird feeling of knowing if she moved in just the right way, potentionally eighteen people could be kicking the bucket.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align: justify; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt;]Jinora looked up, her round ebony gaze searching the three who had come. Had she been making a racket? Oh, she hadn't meant too. Oops. "Nothing," She mumbled, wiping her tears and sniffing. "I'm fine." She didn't want anybody asking after her, since she was just beating herself up over something she couldn't fix. When Wednesday came over, Jinora looked at her friend, bleary-eyed, and blinked. "Is it, Cara? Is it okay? I don't think it is—not when the last thing I said to Sammy was something so selfish." She said, her voice quivering.
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    This kind of explained things a bit, though Radiopaw wasn't too sure, in all honesty. Jinny did seem saddened - it was definitely confirmed when others came over seeming concerned as well - which meant that his assumptions at first were right, and she wasn't how she usually was. If only he knew her better, dammit.
    "Time heals everything." He'd speak, nodding his head and looking over at the female, "Even though you might have said something bad, I don't think they were thinking about that in their last moments." Hopefully he'd help and not get snapped at. He didn't know anything about what had happened, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.


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    Radiopaw had worded it better than she could have ever even attempted to. Wednesday had thought about mentioning how before Cainsmark died, she'd called him a bastard and refused to speak to him and how before she died she and Cainsmark weren't really speaking. Of course, both of these were shitty examples so the kitsune was glad Radiopaw was there to come up with something.


    "Instead of thinking about that, go out and do something," she suggested, "If your hands and mind are busy, you won't thinking about him." The kitsune had tried this method multiple times and it always worked for her, but whether or not it would work for Jinora was the real question.


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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Icepaw frowned slightly. She hadn't known Sammy personally, but he must have meant a lot to Jinora. "I'm sure he knew that you cared about him regardless," She answered, voice uncharacteristically soft and sweet.


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