MY BODY'S HAD ENOUGH -- open, joiner -- medic needed

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    Of course Trice had found himself in a death worshipping clan. Why not a rainbow worshipping clan? Or cottoncandy? Because reality's a bitch.


    The small white kitten was severely dehydrated, unlike most of the miracles that showed up usually. He had managed by on his hunger by scavenging off other animals, though with his mouth this dry, it was hard to force it down. Trice had been out there for four days and four nights- he had been counting, writing in his journal to distract himself from the thirst that lurked in every shadow of his mind. He mostly wrote about what he imagined hearing- a coyote howl, the caw of a vulture. And it was cold at night. Warm in the day. And when he thought he saw something, it turned out as nothing. Coming up on his fifth day though, he saw something real. Blue eyes widening, pace quickening, and heart rate speeding, Trice came up to BoneClan. In the midst of his excitement, the deaf feline hadn't realized how truly tired, and thirsty he was, and so when he finally did make it... his victory was cut short. Trice passed out, into a black, cold world.


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    Oh. Well, this wasn't what he'd been expected when he'd caught the foreign scent wafting upon the breeze- he wasn't aware of anyone who did anticipate the unconscious body of a clearly ill child. "Nemo?" The feline called, hoping his voice carried, and then with a gentle paw, Dorian aimed to nudge the small body's shoulder. He nearly thought them dead, if not for the slight rise and fall of a tiny chest.
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    A young apprentice who had been following Dorian silently all day ran out from her cover when she saw the unconscious cat "what happened?" she meowed, concerned, she put her paw on the kits head "he's hot, we need to get some water and bring his temperature down" she gently tugged on his neck fur and watched how it reacted when she let go "I thought so, I think he is dehydrated" she looked at the older cat, waiting to see what he thought would be the best course of action, she may be a healer apprentice but she was still young and learning.
    (her name is Midnight)

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    "I will go and fetch some water" Midnight meowed, turning she ran as fast as she could to the nearest stream, only stopping to gather some moss. It took her a little while to fetch it as her legs where only short but she was back in record time, out of breath but happy that she had got the poor kit some water.

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