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    Hallo rev

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    Healing. The job Arcade had always yearned for, been trained for it. Now that he was actually doing it, it was hard. Physically draining, exhausting, and overall tough. They were constantly hurt or sick, God he loved them but they were so much trouble.


    The cameo feline sighed softly, dipping his head to the ground in pure exhaustion as he walked. Sleep had been evading him lately, but he was far from BlizzardClan now. The ground was soft beneath his paws, and the wind brushed his fur lightly. "Thank god for breaks," he chuckled.

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    Lyla frowned, wandering about in confusion. She had been trying to find her way back home – wherever that was, she couldn't remember for the life of her – for a few days now. It was almost as if her memory had been wiped clean.

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    Memory loss. How many times had the medic seen that before? It came back like a sickness, taking the thoughts of friends and foes alike. So seeing a stranger wandering like this was not that much of a surprise. "Excuse me. Are you alright?" Arcade's white paws settled side by side as he sat, green eyes narrowed with worry. She did look quite out of it.


    / fixing up her sub now deer. :3

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    [thank]


    Lyla's ears perked as she heard him, looking over to him. "Huh? Oh, I'm alright. I just can't figure out where to go, or where I'm going for that matter." She sighed softly and sat facing him.