Feel Good. (Open, Attacked)

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    How could the sky be so clear in fact, when in her mind, everything was a blur?


    Noodle was on the border, blood quickly rushing out of the new scratches, wounds, and what would be scars eventually. It had been routine, or as routine as it got in WindClan. A loner on the border, asking for his name and business, preparing a greeting of welcome to the stranger. But all sense of normality went right out the window when she felt claws dig into her face.


    Noodle wasn't a stranger to danger, but she was to fighting. Picking off zombies from afar in their old shack had been easy. Live opponents were something else entirely. The stranger's large claws continued to rake down the in-shock feline, and the she-ct finally let out a cry when she felt the fangs of her enemy pinch across her neck. It didn't break into the throat, but the same metallic smell of blood that clogged her senses became ten times as overpowering.


    Her ear faintly twitched when she heard the stranger leave. "Help.."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Blood always drew people over, like sharks, but their intentions weren't to make a meal out of the victim. B hated it when there was even a whiff of copper on the breeze, because more often than not, someone was hurt, and with the several lungfuls of it after the incident, he could have gone for way more than a few days without ever smelling it again. But he wasn't going to ignore the flood of metallic in his senses, and so the apprentice took off towards the origin, having to accommodate his leg and head with the pace, but not as much as he probably could have.


    He drew to a halt at the crumpled form of Noodle, crimson steadily seeping into the ground. His mouth thinned, but he didn't panic, and wasn't panicking- this sort of thing happened far too often for that. "Hey, you're okay, Maelstrom'll come." The apprentice hoped it was reassuring enough, but in the meantime, he attempted to place paws over the claw marks to staunch the bleeding until Maelstrom did arrive.


    [spoiler=tags (05/20)][size=8]GENERAL
    Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Honorguard of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Seven months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Winterwonder (brotp)


    [b]PHYSICALITY
    Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat)


    [b]BATTLE TAGS
    Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF     -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played


    [b]BRIEF PERSONA
    Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass

    KATE MARSH
    "even angels need angels."
    Kate's Bio | Plot with Kate | Kate's heart chart


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"Noodle?" Kate was coming back from her garden, putting down the basket she'd been carrying with her to properly speak. Confusion filled her brown gaze, "What are you doing all the way out here?" She pressed before freezing when she scented the stomach twisting smell of blood. She shivered, tensing up. "Oh goodness.. are you alright? How much are you bleeding?" She pressed, going to search through bushes for cobwebs, not wanting Noodle to loose too much blood. "MAELSTROM! DRIPPINGPAW! WE NEED HELP OVER HERE!" The rabbit cried out, hoping her voice carried.


    //ninja'd, whoops :')


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    "Im fine. It's just a flesh wound."


    That's what the warrior wanted to say. Instead, her words came out in choking gurgles, a tiny trail of blood dripping out of her feebly opening and closing maw. She could feel the sting of the open air on her cuts as though someone had poured salt into them just to hear her scream. Those two they called must be the healers. They had to be.


    Finally, the emotional blockage of the shock started to give way to fear. What if the wounds in her throat was too much? What if she couldn't sing anymore? How was she supposed to sing 'Dare' at the big gig 2D had planned with WindClan? The pointed she-cat started to shiver and shake, the fear clutching right at her heart.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D screached, face a mask of complete terror. "NOODLE? What the fuck happened luv? Oh god, oh god, oh god." He wanted help but felt useless, so instead he pulled the clown mask over his face, images of cyborg rushing past him in blurs. Not again. Not again. Breathing hitched, body shaking, he began to have a panic attack. They couldn't let Murdoc find out about this- he couldn't make another cyborg, no.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px][color=#5e2a59][i]❝ remember that it's all in your head ❞[/fancypost]

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    Too late. Murdoc had only caught bits and pieces of everyone's words, but it was enough to send him into a blind fit of anger as he approached. In the past, he had indeed created a cyborg of Noodle since she had been gone so long. It was mostly to chase away those sodding pirates, and have a guitarist for the latest numbers. But ever since the four had gotten back together more or less, doc was determined to keep everyone in once piece this time. He may be an insufferable prick most times, but Murdoc had feelings too. He cared about his mates, though most times it didn't show. Until now. Wide eyes stared at an injured Noodle from a little ways away. 'Satan. Let her live. Damnit she will be okay.' The green feline was radiating anger at the moment, teeth grinding. It sucked not being able to do much to help the girl, but he was sure as hell going to find who or whatever had done this and murder the guy ten times over in the most painful ways possible. He wasn't going to lose Noodle again.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]At Murdoc's appearance Stuart put his paws over his head, the protruding nose of his mask bending. "M-M-Murdoc..." He couldn't say much else so instead tried to get his pain medication- addiction that would someday kill him, before stuffing two into his mouth.
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    [size=10][font=georgia] "Everybody calm down!" the rabbit called as she made her way onto the scene. Hysteria only made problems worse. Drippingpaw turned to Kate. The other rabbit seemed to have a bit of knowledge when it came to herbs. "Kate, could you go and fetch me some herbs? Cobwebs, marigold, goldenrod, chervil leaves, horsetail- that kind of stuff," she listed off several herbs that were good for wounds and bleeding. Of course, not all were needed, and some were rarer than others, but the female had gotten rather comfortable with listing them all off when studying, and so that came naturally to her. It was good to find comfort in situations like this. "If anyone could find some cobwebs to stop the bleeding, that'd be great," she added to all that had gathered. "And some could try and apply pressure to the bleeding to stop it."

    KATE MARSH
    "even angels need angels."
    Kate's Bio | Plot with Kate | Kate's heart chart


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Kate nodded, thankful she had brought her basket along with her. With Noodle bleeding so much and it being a cut to the throat, it leveled the stakes high and she knew she would have to find them fast. She took her basket and raced off in search for any of the herbs that Drippingpaw listed.


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    "Everyone's here to watch me die." That was the only thought that came through her mind as her eyes almost closed with her pained breathing. This was either going to be the death of her, or the possible death of her career. Or maybe if that loner came back, it would be the death of him and everyone would celebrate. The feline shifted onto her back, letting the deeper wounds be visible, as well as the scar around her neck. She tried to speak, but she only coughed out a bit of blood.


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