sold my soul to the devil -- open, medic needed -- biome one

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    (Takes place in biome one!)


    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 buffalo blow, 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 ColouredClan. 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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    [align=center] JAMES BUCHANAN "BUCKY" BARNES [abbr=13 MOONS, NO KILL & CAPTURE ONLY WITH PERMISSION][/abbr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=10]The stiff-postured male disliked the heat, though somewhat enjoyed this part within the ColouredClan territory for it was relatively emptier. In other words he did not like to socialize. He remained quiet, and kept to himself. Though, as he continued through the hot area of the territory, the shepard-mix could only squint and find a smaller shape lying still.


    He did not want to investigate, he did not care, none of that. But, something within him forced him onwards with an emotionless expression. Only then would he pull up to the body, and stare downwards at the male with a dead-like gaze. After a moment, he'd bring his paw towards the kid's head and make an attempt to shove it as if in attempt to make the younger feline move. He honestly didn't give a *, but something kept him standing there.


    After a moment or two he'd speak up, "The child needs a doctor." His words monotone as he called out to no one in particular. Why the hell did he even care, helping... wasn't going to benefit him.


    / IC opinions! c:


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify][font=arial]The field medic made her way over, a look of concern on her face. Gods, she was a field medic, wasn't she? She really needed help with this, so she turned to WIntersoldier. "You, do you think you could go get food and water while I tree to wake them up?"



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    [align=center] JAMES BUCHANAN "BUCKY" BARNES [abbr=13 MOONS, NO KILL & CAPTURE ONLY WITH PERMISSION][/abbr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=10]He'd turn towards the female that approached, and would only turn on his heels with a slight nod. He did what he was told by the ColouredClanners, for he practically owed his own life to their vice-leader. No, it wasn't because he was concerned for the younger male. Or, maybe... he was somewhere within him. But, he didn't know why. Confusion. That was what he was filled with. After a moment of pondering the mangy-looking canine would move off in order to find something.


    Minutes later he'd return with what the medic had asked for, and would drop it in a silent motion. "There." He said in a rather stiff tone. After that he'd stand behind her. He didn't really know why he remained standing there.


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    [justify]The call for help was nearby, and Narumiya could just sense it. To be more specific, he had heard Wintersoldier's remark. The childish kitten sprinted over to the duo in a flash, a toothy grin spread over his lips. "Have no fear my clanmates! Narumiya is here! I'll help whatever this guy's name is. Even if I have to die!" After saying this, he planted a paw over his heart. The tom's sky blue optics traveled below to stare at the body. He tipped his head to the side in confusion. "...I don't see what's wrong with him though. He's not bleeding or anything. Isn't he sleeping?" Narumiya bluntly murmured this under his breath, before he glanced up to raise an eyebrow at the two adults. His expression just screamed 'Are you grownups that stupid?'
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    Trice stirred a bit, his vision was filled with black dots, lifting a small paw to his forehead. The breaks in his vision allowed for glimpses of his rescuers. Yet somehow they didn't seem so friendly, and his adrenaline began pumping wildly in his veins. He let out a small scream, covering his eyes.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify][font=arial]"Hey, hey, hey." Lucinda murmured gently, a small smile directed towards the male. "You'll be fine." The female gave a grateful nod to Wintersoldier, before taking the food and water and setting it beside him. "Here, eat and drink it slowly, if you force it down too fast you could throw up." She knew that it wasn't helping, they seemed to be hard of hearing anyways, so she supposed that they would scarf it down anyways, of course even if they threw up they'd only throw up half, so it was better than nothing, maybe any of the dead animal they'd eat would come up with it.



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    Fading had been hoping that he would he would be able to just sit back and relax on a nice day like today, hang out in biome one a bit and have some fun, but that didn't seem to be the case. The former medic frowned as he made his way over to the group, he wasn't in any rush, they seemed to have things covered fairly well. "Well, he's not looking too good, i'd suggest getting him some water but all of you seem to be doing a good job with that. Also, would any of you mind holding him down for just a moment? I'd like to check for anything else but i don't think he's going to like me doing that" the ivory tiger stated in a calm tone of voice, he wasn't about to take over for one of the medics though, and if one showed up he'd gladly step down and go back to what he had been doing before he had come across this scene