HOTEL ( open, joining + injured )

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]The tom was seated patiently at the border between WindClan and unclaimed territory, ears perked and amber eyes alert. Blood still dripped from fresh gashes, scratches, bites, and scrapes. Hare still had a white collar studded with fake gems around his neck, so it would be pretty obvious he was kittypet - soon to be a former kittypet - once a patrol found him. His owners had left him and moved away, having dumped him on the streets of their twoleg place merely a year ago. It had been a year, and yet he had only heard of the clans now from a group of loners living in the twoleg place. They had been a vicious bunch of cats - attacked him on sight, asked him if he was apart of one of the forest clans, explained to him what they were, and then had chased him out of their territory when he had refused to join them. BloodClan had been their name, if he recalled correctly.


    Hare had been larger and taller than their biggest cat - yet not by a lot, unfortunately. He had also been severely outnumbered. He had not provoked a fight, but the BloodClan cats took pride and joy in injuring others who had no business on their territory. His patience soon wore out as he was beginning to feel dizzy due to blood loss. The hybrid cat let out a loud, long yowl simply to announce his presence.


    //wounds: gash on his left shoulder & left side, scratches down his right foreleg, left foreleg, & right side of face, scrapes & bruises on his back & right foreleg, broken right foreleg, tear on ear is infected
    feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old


    PHYSIQUE:
    - Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-face:verdana; color:white; font-size:9pt;]By now Wolfdapple knew the territory like his own tail, and he travelled with only half an ear to his surrounding, the rest of his mind dwelling on Stonesun - Stonestar, now. It wasn't a long period of time at all since the female had been elevated to a leadership position, and there was still a touch of reverence on the edges of his thoughts whenever they turned towards the she-cat. Chosen by StarClan. Not just accepted, not just greeted, but chosen... That wasn't a claim that very many felines could make. It helped the taciturn warrior that he thought she'd do - and was doing - a good job, though in the back of his mind he wondered if even he could argue with StarClan, had they made a poor choice. Well. They were StarClan. Maybe such a thing was imposs -


    The carrying yowl halted his thoughts dead in their tracks and instantly the big warrior switched to full alert, ears sweeping forward, pale eyes flying to the area the sound had come from. Though he didn't recognize the voice, distance distorted sound and as he hurried forward his heart lurched in discomfort. Was a WindClanner injured? Had they met the fox his patrol had scented some days ago? Were -


    But once again his train of thought was stopped, for, cresting a small rise, he came upon the loner perched at their border, the scent of blood assailing him shortly thereafter. His concern died like it had never been, and Wolfdapple's quick approach slowed to something more measured. Seeing as the other tom wasn't over the border, he exhibited no hostility, but he was wary, particularly when observing the various wounds. "You've got my attention," he stated, for that was the only reason he could think of for the yowl. "Are you looking for assistance?" Again, a guess based only on the fact that he couldn't think of any other reason the bloodied stranger would be sitting at their border. As for the injuries, they received quick, critical glances, but Wolfdapple had no skill in healing and wouldn't have tried even if he did.
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    The yowl had been what drew Mudsplash to the area as well, as during what was supposed to be a quick solo hunt he'd heard the loud cry. Like Wolfdapple, the tomcat had assumed it could be an injured clanmate and raced over quickly, worried. The sight of the unfamiliar Ashera had been a relief in the sense that he was a stranger, but still stirred up concern within Mudsplash. He knew next to nothing about healing, but he knew that those injuries looked bad. He glanced at Wolfdapple quizzically - was the other feline really just going to stand there when there was another cat who clearly needed their help? Mudsplash was aware of the reservations Wolfdapple had towards strangers, though, and quickly got over his suprise. "[color=#dde4ea]'Course he's lookin' for assistance," the warrior mumbled, taking a few steps closer to glance over the many wounds. "[color=#dde4ea]I'm gonna go find some cobwebs 'er something to help with the bleedin'," he added while turning away, "[color=#dde4ea]You can.. keep standin' and watchin'." His words weren't meant to be accusing, as it was rare for Mudsplash to ever say anything that was intentionally meant to harm someone verbally. Rather, it was (in the bicolored tomcat's mind) a playfully teasing jab in an otherwise unpleasant situation.
    With that he was off again, back towards the center of the territory to where he was sure he could find cobwebs. When he returned with a pawful of the natural bandages it was a few minutes later, though he'd tried to be as fast as possible. Mudsplash was quick to start pushing the cobwebs against the larger of Hare's wounds, trying to stop the bleeding as much as he could.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw had trotted up from behind Wolfdapple, a little alarmed from the yowl. Well, he was technically out with a warrior, was he not? He was just a curious apprentice.


    His olive eyes narrowed once he saw the stranger's wounds, and he looked from the male and back to the warrior. "Wolfdapple, he's hurt. Shouldn't we help him?" Maybe that's why he was here.


    Stripedpaw watched as Mudsplash came over and made a move to help Hare. He silently agreed and looked to the other, wondering what he would say.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]"I'm looking to join your group - if you accept loners, of course. Also a former kittypet. And yes, I would like some assistance," Hare replied to Wolfdapple breathlessly, his last sentence carrying a bitter tone. Likewise, the tom was also wary of the WindClanner - he was also a stranger, as he was a stranger to the warrior. Two more WindClanners approached shortly, one rushing off to get cobwebs or "something". The ashera was also inexperienced in herbs; he didn't even know basic herbs, so the talk of cobwebs seemed quite odd to him. Hare gave the bicolor male a grateful dip of his head before he rushed off.


    When they returned with cobwebs, his nervousness grew even more. How were cobwebs supposed to help him? Didn't spiders and bugs live on them? Would he get infected by all the germs left behind by the bugs? Reluctantly, the domestic-wild cat hybrid would allow cobwebs to be plastered onto his wounds. The bleeding slowed from every wound except where his gashes lay and his torn, infected ear. "Thank you," Hare murmured, forcing back a hiss of pain as the cobwebs were applied.


    "I'm Hare, by the way. That's what my twolegs called me - they went hunting a lot and, I'm assuming, they called me that because I reminded them of one. I went hunting with them sometimes before they dumped me on the streets. And I sure am glad I did - I would never know of such survival skills or how good wild prey tasted. But those nasty BloodClanners told me you guys had a different way of naming, and a bunch of weird traditions," The tom introduced himself, beginning to ramble a little bit. He was quite the talkative person. "So, uh, if you guys do let me in - would you mind explaining how a clan works to me? The people who attacked me were pretty vague," He added in, feeling quite awkward and uncomfortable in this situation.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old
    - Feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    PHYSIQUE:
    - Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: 360px; width: 480px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 2px; background:url(https://d13yacurqjgara.cloudfr…-black-cat_800x600_v1.gif);][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid green; height: 204px; width: 458px; font-family: georgia; color: black; margin-left: -5px; opacity: 0.5; overflow: auto; margin-top: 5px; font-size: 8pt]"if I could begin to be half of what you think of me"


    "I brought some goldenrod in case you need it," Spiderfoot said as she padded over, setting it down. [b]"Happened to overhear while hunting. Anyway, I'm Spiderfoot. The clan is pretty simple. We have a leader-Stonestar. She's pretty great. There's also a deputy, medicine cat, code, fairly simple stuff."



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    Otterbrook bustled up to the loner (kittypet? WindClanner?) and blinked curiously at him. "Hello, Hare. I'm Otterbrook; the cobwebs will take care of you for now, but I can get you fully patched up back at camp. It's in a small dip in the moor," he explained. The Burmese offered a small dip of his head to Mudsplash, who seemed to have been the one to patch Hare up.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Hare tensed once more at such unfamiliar names of herbs that may or may not be applied to his wounds. Goldenrod - what was that supposed to do for him? Apparently, it was not the end of his journey through herbs as Otterbrook appeared, implying they still had some work to do on him. It was not pleasant being attacked - it was even more unpleasant having weird stuff being put onto his stinging injuries. "A code?" He repeated, silently wondering if that was what the BloodClanners had meant by "weird traditions". Stonestar - he'd have to remember that name.


    The tall ashera shakily got on his paws, holding up his right foreleg gently as it hurt to put weight on it. "Let's go. Lead the way," The hybrid cat rumbled, flicking a tail towards Otterbrook. It would be better to get the rest of the herbs over with, rather than stalling due to his fear of having all these plants and such being plastered onto him. Perhaps if he were the one in control - putting herbs on himself - or if he had some knowledge of herbs, he would be less wary, cautious, and nervous than he was.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old
    - Feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    PHYSIQUE:
    - Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white