[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( cause i'm an ass and this be a continuation of the one-shot i did yesterday cause i want to be mean to my boy and i didn't think to put this in that one. anyway, they are gonna need a healer, injuries are cuts and gashes over the body, fractured bone in the left foreleg, and a rather bad cut over the forehead as well as being knocked out. and this is gonna be their last change cause this also locks out every power but their time control and they'll never be able to use or get another power again, just cause i can )
Time seemed to escaped them, those hours of the chilled afternoon long gone, leaving a swirling mass of pink and orange to coat the sky around the slow descent of the sun, yet such knowledge seemed useless in those moments. Pain was a heavy pressure building behind their temples, sharp claws that toyed with their brain, tearing at it with no intention to stop, the ache that filled their body drowned out to a point it went unnoticed. Never did the thought come to cross their mind that this spoke of serious damage, their mind fixated on the simple movement of their body, legs moving to perform slow, trudging steps.
Across the cracked, dried surface of their lips a smile came to be given an uncertain existence as their eyes grazed the landscape, finding the familiar wooden frames of the houses. Ever slowly their strength had wanned, long ago they had been forced to drop the deer carcass, unable to take it any further, and darkness stained their vision. There steps took on a shaky quality, many times nearly bringing them to fall to their knees, yet they somehow were able to stay up right, at least to a certain point.
Drawing to a halt within the middle of camp they found they couldn't go on, falling heavily onto their haunches, each breath becoming a gasp. Their body shook and from deep within their chest a groan arose, the sound cutting off when finally darkness swarmed over them, their body tipping forward to leave them in a heap. Left twitching, their jaws gaping wide, their claws scraping along the surface of the dirt as the muscle clenched, their body forced to change. Unable to sustain the large frame of the cave lion in this condition there was little choice, their body slowly changing as bones were broken, rearranging to accommodate a smaller frame. The whole matter took mere minutes, from their muscles being drawn tight against the new skeleton, much of it shrinking to match the smaller stature, to a thick, long coat of new fur which enveloped them.
What was left behind was a child, the small frame of the domestic feline easily proving this fact to be correct, yet it was smaller than one might come to see for one so young, a smudge of black and grey on the surface of the green grass. Yet the injuries were still there, nothing could be done to get rid of those, crimson staining the dark fur and the child curled in on itself, drawing their legs tight against their chest and belly, chin tucked against their chest.[/fancypost]
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[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography