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    keith !
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    what hurts the most—
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    Keith was starting to get used to this place. It was a nice place, really, and the people were okay.


    However, he was still sad.


    A drop of blood hit the ground as he watched it, quiet and his mane hanging loosely, some over his face. There was a long cut on his shoulder, where the blood obviously came from. There were more, but that was the deepest and the others, mostly around his chest and sides and whatever other side was easiest to hit.


    His brother hadn't even recognized him when he tried to talk to him, just after he dropped Romanticpoetry off. Hell, he couldn't have recognized anyone. He had a knife in one paw and his whole face just held a paranoid expression, one he could've deemed an expression of madness. He was yelling about something, but Keith had been so scared for both of their lives that he hadn't paid any attention. He remembered the blade and his shoulder feeling extremely warm, but only got cut up trying to restrain his brother. He had to run, giving up. He felt bad thinking about it.


    With a quiet sigh, Keith licked at his wound, trying to keep it from bleeding.


    Ouch.
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    [size=18]Royce Hawthorn-Go-Deo of Shadowclan



    [b]"Let me get that..." Royce noticed her clanmate luck the blood, and quickly rushed over to help. Getting some marigold from her little pouch, she placed it on the long cut, hoping it'd at least do something to help. Marigold helped stop bleeding, correct? She prayed she was doing it right. Them Royce attempt to put a bandage around his shoulder; Koko said that those were used for serious bleeding, right? Looking up, still trying to work, the tigress tilt her head. "Is there something wrong?"



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    "No, nothing wrong..." He shook his head, offering whoever had showed up a small smile. So, let's see...three of them. Okay, he could handle three.


    "No, I didn't." Answering rather quickly with a somewhat surprised tone, Keith shook his head and reluctantly left the wound alone. "It's a long story..." He nearly jumped as he felt someone touch him, but relaxed again soon enough. Especially after the pain seemed to fade already. "Thanks."


    // whoo rushed + tired
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    "Don't successful lies, by nature, need to be convincing?" The witch proposed rhetorically as she padded up, smiling with her pipe occupying the side of her maw. Unless told to a fool of course. "I'm certain everyone here has time for a story." She was nosey after all.
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