[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px][i]❝ i'm just a sucker for pain ❞[/fancypost]
| [fancypost bgcolor=#75A1D0; width: 305px; height: 5px; padding: 0px; border: none][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 5px; line-height: 98%; text-align: justify]/rip arthur howsthisforacomeback ithinkitsprettyterrible Fall was coming. He could tell. Each night seemed to get colder, even though the past couple days had been fairly hot and humid. Summer was struggling to hold on and this was it's dying breath. Arthur would miss summer. He hadn't favored the extremely hot days, but the weather had been good for being outside. Early fall was the same way. Sort of. It was a little chillier than Summer, but not so cold you couldn't be outside- as long as you wore the right clothes, or had the right fur. Late fall was just cold, wet, cloudy, and just plain nasty overall. So, in an attempt to enjoy what was probably the last couple days of the warmth, the trainee was taking a walk through the woods alone. It was pleasant, aside from the distant and annoying hum of the cicadas. Little did he know, he was being watched. Arthur was getting close to the lake, feet moving at a steady pace. Then, suddenly, he would stop as he saw movement at the corner of his vision. Turning his head, he managed to pick up a familiar scent, one he hadn't forgotten, even after almost a year. It was the scent of his old clan. They had finally found him. Fear flooded his veins and he instantly bolted. As soon as he did this, he could hear shouts and the sound of multiple cats giving chase behind him. Eventually, Arthur tripped and tumbled into a ditch, where his pursuers soon joined him, pinning him down. A large, brown maine coon wearing a tall police hat would walk in front of the struggling trainee, a smile spreading across his muzzle. "There's nowhere to run to now, Arthur. We've finally caught you." He would drawl in a thick british accent. "Let me go, Constable! What've you got to prove by catching me?" Arthur pleaded, ears flat against his head. The Constable would only chuckle. "Everything. It'll prove we don't bloody screw around when it comes to downer scum like you." He paused. "A shame, you and Henry both." "What? What do you mean?" Arthur responded, eyes narrowing. "Oh, I'm surprised he didn't come running to tell you. He stopped taking his joy shortly after you." The Constable stopped again, an awful grin appearing on his face. "Another patrol must've gotten him. Too bad..." This appeared to upset Arthur and for a second, he appeared sad, but suddenly, he threw the other three policemen off of him and leaped at the Constable. For several minutes, it was a frenzy, blood and fur flying in all directions. Unfortunately, 4 against 1 aren't very good odds, particularly for Arthur. The black tom was lying on the ground now, a pool of blue blood forming around his body as he bled out from the huge cut in his side. Aside from the huge cut in his side, Arthur's back left leg was completely broken and he had multiple smaller lacerations all over his body. "We're done here, boys. There's no way he'll survive this." The Constable said triumphantly before waving his patrol mates away, giving Arthur one last look before dashing away. The tom kept going in and out of consciousness, his vision blurring and causing his surroundings to spin around him. Before he finally passed out, Arthur thought he could see Henry running to his aid, but he knew it wasn't real, as much as he wanted it to be. [ go ahead and powerplay healing! injuries are underlined. ] [ summary: arthur was taking a walk in the woods when suddenly, a bunch of bobbies from his old clan jump him and leave him severely injured ] |
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