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    WILD N' RUNNING FOR ONE REASON



    He'd been haunted, over and over again, by the agonizing recollection of one incident. How ironic he'd be doomed to repeat that same mistake himself. He'd been so careful to make sure he didn't have to go through that terrible pain. Obviously it hadn't been enough. Andykit had gone and done a Misfit - he'd broken his ribs.


    Those who had seen the accident would have been horrified. He was jumping from tree branch to tree branch, claws digging into the wood to allow him to cling to it's rough bark. Each jump was flawless, repetitive in motion and finesse. Not. They were jerky and used a lot of energy, which made it harder for him. He really needed to eat and sleep more, didn't he. Andy's bad habits had finally caught up with him in an awful way. He had nobody but himself to blame as his vision blurred with exhaustion right as he kicked off in another leap.


    His ribs crashed into a branch, and there was an automatic crack. He rebounded, crashing into the trunk of another tree; he felt the bark brush his back fur. He ricochetted from the tree and there was a dull thud as he hit the ground. Shock was his drug, dulling the pain but freezing his body. He was only half-conscious, collapsed upon the forest floor, unable to get to his paws. His mind had begun to replay Misfit's accident, and how similar it was to what had just happened to him. All he could do was deal with the inward horror. How bad is it this time?


    Ooh, you've done it now.


    //SUMMARY;
    Andy was tired, his vision blurred, he broke 3 ribs.
    He's gonna be wearing a full torso-wrap for a long while.
    One rib is displaced, one is simply broken and another is shattered beyond repair.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]//track bc broken rib buddies


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL;;
    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 7 moons (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single, very lowkey crushing on Kiipcha » Heteroromantic Asexual » Blizzardclan » Paladin [HP]


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
    >Several punctures in side
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    Storm had been walking around for no reason really, until a 'thud' reached his ears. Flicking it, he tried to pinpoint the source of the noise and ran in that direction, worried something bad had happened to someone. As he reached Andykit, he immediately came to a stop in front of his face, eyes wide with shock. He had been worrying about Andykit the past few days and it looked like he had been right to do so. "W-What happened? Are you alright" he asked with a soft voice, wondering if he was even conscious. He didn't dare touch him, afraid to add to the possible injuries, nor did he want to yell, just in case he had just fallen asleep or something. You never knew...


    God, he just hoped this wasn't too bad...

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]Unbeknownst to Andy, Whitepaw had been stalking him in a really creepy way, because he was totally gay for him. Not. Actually, he was just sitting beneath a tree in the forest, thinking about his purpose in life. He was just that kind of person to do that in his free time- his injuries prevented him from doing anything too active. His ears twitched as he heard some kind of commotion somewhere nearby. Whitepaw tilted his head to where the noise came from, trying to guess who it was. Slowly, the male rose from his seat, and padded over to the sound. Upon noticing that it was his friend, Andykit, he began to panic silently. "Someone else, get a medic," He said, unable to do the job himself.


    //shitty post oops


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL;;
    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 7 moons (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single, very lowkey crushing on Kiipcha » Heteroromantic Asexual » Blizzardclan » Paladin [HP]


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
    >Several punctures in side
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 700px][PROTECT ANDY 2K16]


    Trees were not her friend. Or rather, they were not friends to the ones she loved and cared for. Baby blues watched in utter horror as Andy began jumping from branch to branch before crashing and burning. She heard the distinct crack of broken bones, and she shuddered. Her mind instantly warped to when Margaery and been Muffet and fallen out of the tree, hurting herself almost beyond repair.


    Tears would well in her eyes as she hurried forward. She prayed he was not dead. She prayed he would be okay. Panic and worry we're set ablaze in her chest and mind as she slowed down, coming to a halt beside the young boy. "Andy..." Suiteheart whispered, voice taut with emotion. "S-Storm, do you th-think y-you can get a medic?" Her misty eyes shifted to the wolf pup momentarily before returning to the injured kitten.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL
    ✧ suiteheart folie-tyrell ✧ npc x npc ✧ blizzardclan ✧ deputy ✧ thirteen moons ✧ bisexual ✧ married to margaery ✧ white domestic feline with blue eyes [current form] / polar bear ✧ two black diamond studs in left ear ✧ wears locket ✧ bond with margaery


    POWERS
    ✧ projection and manipulation of emotions
    ✧ multiple possessions


    INTERACTIONS
    ✧ difficult physically ✧ difficult mentally ✧ attack in bold black ✧ no kill ✧ no maim ✧ ask for capture


    LINKS
    ✧ plot thread

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    Well, he guessed he was the only one capable of running right now, seeing Suiteheart was pregnant, Andy was obviously hurt and Whitepaw was still recovering. Even though he didn't like the fact he was the one who had to leave his friend behind, he guessed he had little choice. Plus, Suiteheart was a high position, so... Nodding, the wolf turned and dashed away as fast as his little paws could carry him. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long to find a medic...



    Colors began to swim in his vision, disrupting the pure white sheet and shock that had covered it. They weren't clear and easy to see as they usually were, no, they were blurred and foggy. Voices, feelings began to flow back into his body, but not enough to call him fully aware of what was happening. His physical feelings were dulled. He felt the pain, but he didn't know how bad it was. Faintly, he could hear the voices of his momfriend Suiteheart, Whitepaw, and Storm. Now he was also going to do something Andy-ish....again.


    He groaned, fighting against the pain in his ribcage, using all the strength he had to push himself to his paws. He was fine, he was fine, he was going to be fine. Well, no, he wasn't. He was lying to himself, definitely. Locking his legs into place to ensure he didn't fall down quite yet, he took a deep exhale to speak. "I'm alright, see? Just slipped, I'll be fine." His voice was breathy, strained. It was obvious to see from the dazed expression on his face that he definitely wasn't fine.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]"Andy, you are not fine. Lay down on the ground again, please?" she would tell him, frowning. Ribs... it reminded her of Misfit. Misfit had broken her ribs. Mary would conjure some bandages, ready to fix his ribs back into place.
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    Mary. He'd listen to Mary, he always had. His connection to her was strong, like mother and child. It was inexplicable. Her voice barely reached his ears, his connection with reality fading and growing stronger in no particular pattern. It made his head spin. It took him ages to finally calm that wavering sense of consciousness, and he was fully aware of what was happening. It took all his strength to not scream bloody murder. His body slowly lowered to the ground, beginning to shake with his efforts to not shriek. Just listen to Mary, Andy, you'll be fine.



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