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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=9px][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=11px]★ Aru had been dumped on the border of ThunderClan in a bloody heap of fur, hoodie stained with his own blood and this lump of fur was just hardly breathing. The male had been captured by the Exiles for about a week going through multiple torture sessions before being tossed back into his cage where he'll be brought out again for the same thing to take place. Akise groaned softly as he lifted his head slightly, vision hazy.


    Home. He was home.


    He shuddered before his head dropped onto the ground, going into unconsciousness.


    ( Aru has significant damage done to him, three broken rib bones and a fractured arm. Deep wounds stretching from the side of his neck down his flank, scratches on shoulder, left hind leg, and chest. His claws had been forcefully removed and infection had settled in. )


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: georgia;][justify]Denim had conjured many herbs from the back of his den, cobweb, comfrey pulp, thyme, bandages, Chervil, horsetail, marigold, and dandelion leaves. He piled them next to him and began to work on the large gash before he could get on into the broken ribs. He would aim to press the cobwebs against the gash carefully and not to conflict more pain on his ribs. "A little help!"

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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Helping now!" the black kitten would arrive in a flash upon smelling that blood and all that icky stuff that medicine cat apprentices like her had gotten used too. He chewed the marigold into poutice, and also got some cobwebs as well. She went on to use this strong stick and used bindweed to tie it up to the fractured arm and she used the stinging nettle right on the claws that was forcefully removed. Hopefully, all this would soon be alright.



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