THERAPIST TRAINING PROGRAM [minor silver rewards - open]

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    TI AMO.
    FOREVER.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]Holly had been studying for hours. She was sure she already had a good amount of knowledge, but she wanted to know everything she would need to. From useless - like the normal breathing rate - to the most common and needed things - full definition of depression - the black female would hit the books.
    She had set up a clearing for herself, cleaning out leaves and some stray rocks so it was simply just dirt and grass. Holly grabbed one end of the small sign she made and hooked it to a tree branch, seeing as it lifted itself into the air. "Therapist Training Program."
    After inviting not only their closest allies, but themselves, she was pretty sure she was ready to train some young or old minds. Even just knowing the signs of a panic attack or schizophrenia was useful in life.
    "We all know the need for medical know-how in a clan, but often mental medics are over looked by many of us." She paused, thinking for a split moment before speaking again in her warm British accent, "This training session was made to educate you on the many different warning signs of mental illness." They could be dangerous, she saw that first hand many times before. "People that do exceptionally well will be rewarded with silver, and one person from each clan I'll talk to on them hopefully adopting a title of clan therapist." Now she was waiting, for more people to arrive so she could begin.


    [looking up definitions is fine but please no coping and pasting it's very unfair to others]
    [being clan therapist isn't a hp role]



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    Dorian needed to attend this. Recently he had been reminded of how poor his skills were in the healing department in general, and that was something the lion wished to remedy, for the sake of his sanity and the health of people he knew. "If you do not mind my asking, who all has been invited to this little get together?" The obsidian male inquired as he placed down a few cushions he could rest upon. The male was not fond of lying upon the ground, as his baths were already long enough these days.
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    Kathryn was horrible at therapy. She was far too blunt, telling others exactly what she thought their problem was, and demanding they fix it without offering a solution. She was harsh, and that wasn't a good thing when trying to make someone else feel better. Oh well. The Icelandic sheepdog padded over anyway, taking a seat to watch and listen. There was no harm in at least trying to learn.



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    The male wasn't sure about this therapy thing, but he supposed it was a good idea. He of course didn't know a thing about how to be a therapist, not at all. He would hopefully learn a lot, maybe he would even be able to help the ones with existing problems.




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    Kyanite padded up to Holly. Her head turned slightly when she read the sign.
    "Hmmm... I'll try this out for a bit."




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Fleur would take part, because why not? She had nothing to lose by attempting to broaden her horizons, that was for sure. Settling down into the midst of the gathered proof, the serval would patiently wait for Holly to begin her lesson.