I thought it would last longer than this...(o, joining)

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    mysterysong


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    The world went-poof!
    Mysterysong had been in another place. Ar-something-clan. She had been running from Shagul. The Black Spiral Dancers. She had been tortured, she had escaped. She had run a long, long way. She had stopped. Hope was lost. Her wrist and a rusty nail had become acquainted. She had only just survived...probably? Maybe that was the reason she was floating here now? Was she dead? It would make sense. Her fur was pure, white as snow, no scars or bandages to see. She was wearing her white cloak, with the holes in for her crimson wings. They were fully feathered, functional and red from pigment, not blood. For once. She watched the cliffside scene below, peaceful and sunny. A month or so had passed, in this floating aether. She was unconscious for most of it. She had only just woken up a few hours ago, in fact! There had been enough time to look around, see the sights. She had felt an odd sense of urgency, but now she had finished she was calm. But I thought I was dead-!
    Oh, f***.
    All the pain came rushing back. Head injury. Sprained ankle. Broken wing. Broken tail. Wire scratches all over, some infected. And the grand finale, that wrist with the pulsing, open blood vessel. How she had coped with, she didn't know. But the world was becoming more vivid, her body more solid, gravity doing its job.
    And just like that, she had popped down on the ground.
    Mysterysong swayed.
    Mysterysong's paw gave way.
    Mysterysong collapsed on the ground, mind away with the fairies again.
    Bye-bye!
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    The scent of blood made the corgi came running, his white paws beating the ground as he tried to get there as quick as he could. Jagger followed the smell to the stranger, lying down, scratched and beaten up, reeking of the Black Spiral Dancers. The pieces of information that was presented to him neatly clicking together to form a conclusion in his head. It wasn't a very nice one, and he hoped he was wrong, torture was nothing to be taken lightly.


    The Tribe leader would furrow his imaginary brows as he stood opposite the feline, gingerly walking over incase he had frightened her. A hurt animal could act out in imstict, and the canine preferred to have all his limbs intact after this encounter."Are you alright?" he yipped worryingly, not really waiting for an answer from a seemingly unconscious stranger. He quietly slung off his backpack and dug out all the necessary herbs, the need of cobwebs immediately getting his attention.

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    Wildpaw winced slightly upon seeing the blood, but after the murder in the Arcane recently, she felt like she'd have a stronger stomach for a while.
    "What can I do to help?" She asked right away, the question being the first indication of her presence.

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    mysterysong


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    One dark grey eye opened to look at the three figures. Mysterysong always seemed to wake up quickly after a personality swap. Just so she could realise she was back to being her scared and stuttering self. She looked first to the animal closest to her, a corgi. He seemed to be getting out some herbs from a bag. The second and third animals were standing further back, probably a bit confused about how she had ended up here, with no scent trail to anywhere. Mysterysong knew that if she tried to talk it probably wouldn't work. Still, I wonder what they call this place? To try and send the message that she was awake, Mysterysong just opened the other eye (wow, great view of the ground) and hoped someone would notice.
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    He was almost as puzzled as the boy, but he didn't voice it like him, he kept it to himself. "I don't know what happened, but if we don't stop the bleeding she will probably die. We don't want that." the canine carried on taking herbs out of his bag while he replied, he couldn't afford waste time, and let her bleed.


    As soon as Wildpaw offered her help he took it, giving her a bunch of healing herbs to hold so they wouldn't get dirty. It was a simple task, but he was sure he would need her to do something else later on. He gave a grateful nod before grabbing the cobwebs and inching closer, asking permission from a seemingly unconscious cat.


    When he noticed the one eye open he almost grinned, the feline was alive for now. The corgi took the sign as a yes for him to start healing, and he didn't hesitate to apply the cobwebs to all the bleeding wounds. He would then apply a soothing poultice with marigold to stop further infection before moving to the broken wing and tail. This may hurt her, but not as much as the wrist, which was next to heal. He still needed to do lots before she looked decent, but the stranger had a better chance of living now."Wildkit and Foreverkit, could you get one stick each please?"