bernadette // open, joining

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]He didn't know where he was or even who he was. All he knew was he was standing somewhere he didn't know with blood pouring from a cut on his head. He felt dizzy, spots infecting his vision. Fuck, what happened? He took a few staggering steps forward before nearly collapsing. He panted; even the mere notion of walking was enough to exhaust him.


    "C-can anyone help me?" He asked, frowning at his stutter. Did he always talk like that? He brushed it off, deciding now was hardly the time to ask himself these inane questions.

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    Dangerpaw carefully approached the stranger, ears and tail lowered. "I might be able to." The dark orange wolf said, looking concerned and a bit confused. "What's your name?" He said quietly, conjuring up a roll of cloth bandages to put on his head.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-align: justify;]"Hmm, Danger could you get your father? I'll watch him," the female said, flicking her ears as she walked up. She had an odd feeling about this tom..


    /permission for rene with the sight to freak out??[/fancypost]

    [color=transparent]#impavid2k15

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]// she can but he won't believe her he'll just be like. ok weirdo


    Haunting orange eyes were locked on the wolf, taking all of his concentration and energy to not pass out on the spot. He listened with strained ears; name? His... name? He blinked a few times, as if he didn't understand. "I don't... I d-d-don't know." He mumbled, fear infecting his voice. Who was he? His heart pounded faster, however that just caused more blood to stream from the wound on his head.


    The alabaster-sprayed feline turned his attention to Renegade as she approached. She almost looked familiar, however he didn't put much thought behind it. He didn't know who he was, so he definitely had no idea who this chick was. Right? Fuck, this was all so confusing.

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    Uh...Use Marigold, I think. She called out, searching for Dangerpaw' s father. Where was Charcoal. Being a healing angel and not knowing how to help really upset her.

    [size=11pt][glow=black,2,300]❝ the day isn't done❞[/glow][/size]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; height: auto; width: 450px; border: none; font-size: 8pt;]"Yeah, sure. Um, take these for now, I guess." He said, handing off the bandages to his aunt. He turned and ran off, headed towards camp. "Charcoal! Kestrelflight! We need a medic over here!" Dngerpaw howled out as he ran further towards camp.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-align: justify;]Without the sight, she could tell who this was. But she dare not do anything. Mentally she was freaking out, but she remained calm. The others would not know this would be Billy, and she wanted it to stay secret. She didn't want to chase him off by making the whole clan seem like psychopaths, right? The deer calmly sat down, staring intently into those amber eyes. How much she wished that he remembered, one could not fathom. Hi Billy, she said in her mind, staring gently at him.[/fancypost]

    [color=transparent]#impavid2k15

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The demiboy watched with foggy vision as the young femme approached only to have the oddly-colored wolf leave. Ugh, all of this was just making his head spin even more than it had. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a seat (rather, he fell but didn't do anything about it), trying his damnedest to remember just who exactly he was. His hollow orange eyes slid open, landing on Renegade once more.


    He squinted at her, watching her watching him. Did she stare at everyone like that? He suddenly felt rather self conscious, enough so that he shuffled his paws and tried to straighten himself up and look as best he could, all things considered.


    "Where a-am I?" He finally croaked, head throbbing. Might as well figure out where he was before he passed out, right?

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-align: justify;]"ColouredClan. I'm Renegade, but you can call me Rene if you want," the femme said gently, shifting into her feline form so it would be easier to help the male. Who could work with hooves, anyway? Not her, at least. She looked at him with silver eyes, less absorbent than her old black ones on her deer body. "Do you mind?" she asked, referring to her putting bandages on him.[/fancypost]

    [color=transparent]#impavid2k15

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Renegade. He ran over the word in his mind, repeating it over and over until he was sure it was the only word he knew anymore. It was so... familiar. He narrowed his eyes, but brushed it off. No, no -- he was just confused, was all. He watched her morph into a cat, taken slightly aback. How did she do that? he wondered incredulously. He stood up and took a few fumbling steps backwards, now somewhat afraid of the shapeshifting femme. Surely that wasn't normal, right?


    But as he tripped over a rock and fell on his ass once more, he decided she was the only chance he had. He shot a weary glance over at Annabelle, as if asking if she wasn't going to kill him, right? It was then he decided maybe it wouldn't be all that bad if he died. He was practically dead already, no name and no purpose. Finally, he nodded slowly. "N-No." He mumbled, eyes locked on his paws.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-align: justify;]"Do you know your name?" she asked gently, wetting a cloth and attempting to clean the cut before wrapping the bandages around his head. She then moved to sit back down in front of him, offering a smile.[/fancypost]

    [color=transparent]#impavid2k15

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify; width: 440px;font-family:arial;]"Y'ouch, how'd that happen?" inquired Garrett as the obsidian-hued lion appeared beside his clan mates, sapphire orbs scanning over the wounded stranger. It was not everyday that random injured people showed up, but hey, now the male could say he had never experienced this before. Not knowing a single thing about healing and herbs, he simply hung back and out of the way.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The chocolate and white demiboy winced as Renegade cleaned his cut, gritting his teeth in pain. He didn't attempt to stop her, though; the pain made him feel real. Like he wasn't floating inside someone's dream. At her inquiry, his eyes slid open, a questioning looking flick behind them. His name? He still didn't know it. Part of him was drawn to the name William, however it just didn't fit right. Willy didn't sound all that nice and Billy just sounded stupid. He just shrugged and gave her a forlorn shake of his head.


    He watched as Garrett approached, flattening his ears against his now-bandaged skull. He wished he knew how it happened; he looked idiotic sitting there shrugging and mumbling out 'I don't know's. "I... I'm n-not sure." He admitted, averting his gaze.


    As the silence grew thick and took on a physical weight, the lightheaded felidae glanced back up, stealing looks at the faces surrounding him. "Would it be alright i-if i stayed here? J-just until I f-figure out..." He paused, unsure of how to finish. Damn, he could barely remember words! "... E-everything." He finally settled on.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-align: justify;]"Of course, sir," she said quietly, humming gently.[/fancypost]

    [color=transparent]#impavid2k15

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    Paintedpaw padded over to the scent of blood. A strong scent. She wrinkled her nose and padded over to see a hurt little thing on the border requesting to stay here. "Your welcome to stay forever if you need. But you need to be fixed up-my friend." She meowed, pulling out some moss and a couple cups of water. She dipped the moss in the water and attempted to clean off the most of the blood that was flowing down his head. After that she would rub his head wound with a dock leaf and then chew up some marigold then spit it on his forehead. The dock would help clean and prevent infection, and so would the marigold. They should help the would heal too. After that she would try and cover the gash on his forehead with a couple wads of cobwebs she kept in her pouch. Paintedpaw stepped back to examine her work before taking out a couple poppy seeds and some thyme leaves. "The poppy seeds will help numb the pain. The thyme will help you calm down. Take them as you wish, since your in charge of your pain tolerance and your whole self." Paintedpaw meowed. She did the right thing, right?


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