RUN, RUN, LOST BOY | major injuries, open

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Caffeinerush understands loss and grief, though not in the same way as Littlepup. As she grows, she'll come to terms with things, but children aren't meant to face such hardship. How are they meant to know how to respond when their role models are the ones leaving them? How are they meant to cope when their anchors are gone? Light after light is turned out, and they are left in the dark, fumbling blindly over razors and glass shards in the hope that they come out alive. Most often, they come out bloodied, bruised, broken — if at all — and those scars linger. They cling to the heart, mangled tissue that can be traced and pressed and reopened if treated without care; nobody survives it entirely. When faced with loss, parts of people are chipped off and left behind. He understands.

He's not part of the clan any more, technically, but he'll be damned if he leaves a kid in the cold. The odd creature teleports over, six eyes narrowed, and he reaches out for her. "Hey, kid," he says, lips curling into a typical grin, "name's Caffeinerush. You might not remember me, but I know you. Littlepup, right? Well, c'mere, kid, let me look at you. You've got a pretty nasty cut, there, and that leg looks broken. I'm gonna fix you up, okay?" he's already conjuring bandages and a flat stick, aiming to scoop her up in one hand-like paw and set her into an easier-to-work-with position, attempting to transfer any of her pain to himself. "I'm gonna need ya to stay awake for me, kid. Will you let me help you?" as he speaks, he aims to press the bandages to the wound, wanting to soak up the blood.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; height: auto;][justify][size=8]Kids weren't meant to deal with these things. When Twistedhalo had children, she wanted them to know only happiness. One of her children was even promoted, and she was as ecstatic as her little duck. Her first litter brought her a wonderful joy that she'd never before experienced. This is what made her wonder, who would give up that feeling? Littlepup seemed like a good girl, reminding her of Charlotte, the last born in her first litter. This poor girl was left crying in the rain with no home and Twisted had all the sympathy in the world for her and her siblings.

The Council member came upon the scene, rushing forward to assess the child's injuries. At least there was someone with medical training trying to help, as she couldn't do jack shit in that department. Right now, Twistedhalo regretted not making Jace give her any sort of healing lessons. Her brother could probably patch Littlepup up no problem. Twist sat down next to the young Achilles (making sure to stay out of Caffeinerush's way) and, if she would let her, gently put a paw on Littlepup's side just to show that she cared and she'd better not die; Twisted knew from personal experience how devastating a deceased sibling could be, especially with a lack of parents already hanging over you.
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There are ways of dealing with emotional trauma -- getting into a new hobby, or surrounding yourself with familiar faces. And then there are more simple ones. In light of everything lost, missing, or otherwise, Cherrypup had honored her plain needs and chosen the simple way out; her mind, suddenly so weighed down, just shut down in shock. No more tears, because they weren't there. No more fighting, because the will was gone. Her emotions were in an almost overdrive until they finally wore out, and she would find the numbness the most frightening of all.
It was this numbness that prevented her from screaming for her sister, and from bursting into tears for what would feel like the hundredth time that day alone. She would rush, yes; Cherry ran to Littlepup, but did not cry, did not reassure, because she simply did not have it in her. The most she could do in her blank state was reach for her paw and grasp it tight, tight like the many hugs previous, and pray to whatever god would listen. She couldn't lose another sibling. Not another part of her.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]shuffling over as he sensed an overflow of grief, sadness and other mixed emotions, the leader sat down off to the side and silently watched as Caf began to fix Littlepup's wound. He wouldn't be able to fix the mental scars that will lie with the child forever but he could get her to a stable physical form and that's what mattered right now. "wh-when you n-need a p-paw just t-tell me wh-what to do" Tripwire said evenly, attempting to fill Cherry and Twisted with a sense of calmness to ease their minds while caffeinerush worked.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]"That's what I like to hear." his voice is easy, head bowed as he gets to work; the broken leg is an issue, yes, but not as much as the open gash. More bandages are conjured at will, the back of his head throbbing in weak protest, and he draws moisture from the air to dampen the first few layers, aiming to wipe away the dirt around the wound before beginning to dress it. It's tight — not overbearingly so, but enough to help restrict blood loss — and he apologises as he ties it. "It'll keep you alive, though. That's important, right?"

He's blocked out everybody else, ignoring their words and their presences until Tripwire; he glances at the male with one pair of eyes, shrugging angular shoulders and grabbing the flat stick. "It ain't much, but if you could-" he flicks his tail towards Cherrypup. The kid needs comfort right about now; he recognises that numb expression, and it's hardly a sign of apathy. A few moments of stillness pass, and then he jumps to life again, reaching for her broken leg. "Okay, kid. Deep breaths, now." still keeping that connection to drain her of any pain, Caffeinerush aims to manipulate her broken limb with clever paws, thumbs pressing lightly as he goes to set it against the flat stick, conjuring more bandages. It's not much, but it's all he's got to work with, unfortunately.

[mobile, sorry for any mistakes]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SCARCLAN — ACHILLES — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]"Will she be alright?" Bruce asked as he came over, frowning. He was a little late, but some rumors NPCs had given around camp kinda concerned the panther, so he came as quickly as possible. But he was still late; oh well. At least Caf seemed to get Littlepup -- and Trip was there, too. She was in good paws.

Bruce stood next to Twistedhalo, keeping a watchful eye over Littlepup.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]Everything is silent. He's sitting on the edge of a small stream, and like Littlepup, he's trying to drown his thoughts out with the sound of rushing water. It's almost peaceful, and it almost makes him forget what had happened in the past few weeks. Perhaps that stream is the same one that Littlepup is at, and perhaps they're bound together by fate to meet together at the same stream. But he knows that that'll never happen- with his family's sheer misfortune, bad things were bound to happen soon. There really isn't anything he can do to prevent bad things from happening, so he's almost used to it now. He's almost at the point where he won't even be surprised if someone else he truly cares about dies. He's not innocent anymore, not after his mom, his grandma, and many people he cares about died. At least he has Littlepup and Cherrypup, and that makes him happy. Even if they would be the only friends he had in the world, he'd still keep living. For theirs and everyone else's sake.

Kineticpup feels like he's truly a different person now that he's experienced emotions that only adults should know. He's barely even 4 months old, and he's already experienced the pain and suffering of losing family members, multiple family members even. A quiet thought runs through his head as he thinks. Maybe this is all the pain and suffering heroes have to go through in order to be a hero. Maybe this is the tragic backstory part of a hero's life. If so, he doesn't want to be a hero for Scarclan, but only a hero for Littlepup and Cherrypup. The two of them are practically the only things he has in the world.

He squints into the water. It's tinted red- strange. He doesn't remember water ever being red.

He's sitting there peacefully when suddenly his stomach starts to ache. He's initially confused at first, but then yells out in surprise as the pain intensifies. He feels like his stomach has been sliced open- it stings. But it's unlike a mental wound- it's numb, almost unreal to him. It's not there. Somehow, the wound is invisible, but he doesn't know why. A few moments later, one of his legs begins to hurt too, but just for a second. He can't move his leg- it's almost like it's broken or something. More confused than scared, he lays down on the ground, and closes his eyes and waits for the pain to stop.

As he closes his eyes, he sees something. It's like he's in the perspective of someone else, looking through their eyes. It was only for a few seconds, before he's startled and opens his eyes again. He doesn't know what happened, and he isn't sure if he wanted to know. He saw people he recognized, standing beside him. He also saw Cherrypup. What was Cherrypup doing there, in the crowd of people?

Soon, the pain fades away. He can move his leg again, and his stomach is hurting less. Kineticpup looks around- he should be going somewhere. He doesn't know why, but he should. He feels as if something is calling him towards another part of the stream, like a sort of unexplainable, mystical force. And then he smells something. It's Littlepup, but why is he smelling her scent all the way from where he stands?

Something clicks inside his head, and suddenly, he realizes something. Littlepup isn't there. No, she is somewhere else, and he needs to go find her. In less than no time, Kineticpup comes across the group of people gathered around something, and he just knows that they're all gathered around his sister. "Littlepup!" The tribune yells, trying to get the other wolf's attention.

/mobile post + shitty towards the end sorry
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