santa baby | open, injured stranger

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    It had been some time.
    The little one had gone to BloodClan, only to find out her father was long dead. She then came to ShadowClan, with no luck of finding her mother either. She lacked family, and without them, she disappeared.
    On the territory of ShadowClan was the bloodied body of Anna. The black cat bled from open wounds on her flank and her neck. She breathed heavily, but she couldn't hear a thing and her cries for help were weak. For her size, she almost looked like a small apprentice, though Anna was truly much older and wiser, however her size made her susceptible to capture or injury. Her heterochromic eyes were closed tightly as she silently prayed for someone to save her. [/fancypost]


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    The smell of blood first attracted the fox to come to the scene, then the smell of BloodClan and faint sound of someone saying 'help' had her sprinting. She came upon the feline, the source of both scents, and sighed. This would be the second injured person the fox had found on the borders. However, this time she knew what to do (even though she wasn't a medic) and grabbed a few cobwebs to place on her wounds before speaking to her. Like last time, she wanted to be sure that this kid was conscious and aware of what was going on. "Hey, you're in ShadowClan and in good paws; you'll be alright. What's your name, sweetheart? And who did this to you?" Ember hoped she was able to hear her and hoped that a real medic was coming to assist because all she could do at the moment was cobwebs.


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    It was acidic, tangy, coppery, and he knew it more than he knew any other scent. Following the wafting trail the scent of blood left, like a jagged and broken path, he comes upon the two with golden eyes blinking open to rest on the strange child. Among black fur, he can see open wounds, leaking blood and pulsating with the possibility of infection. Conjuration had served him well as a youth, and it did so as an adult as well. As he nears, garlic is at his paws, along with various other herbs. He first aims to fight off infection, leaking the juices into the wound if Anna allowed. Then he'd sit back, recline and wait for her to answer Ember's question.


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    Anna found it hard to muster the strength to answer Ember. Suddenly she could feel a stinging pain as juices poured over her wounds. She was familiar with the process, and she wasn't afraid, it was just painful for the good. Her eyes opened, revealing a blue and green set of eyes. "I.. I'm Anna. Anna Erebus.. I was attacked once I left BloodClan for here. I don't know who." She murmured, shakily moving her body to lay on her stomach. [/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][color=#465f6e] "You were attacked? Was it a Bloodclanner?" she inquired, concern causing her brow to furrow. She wasn't sure if they were allies with Bloodclan, nor was she sure if they just tried to kill people for leaving. Seemed wrong, in her opinion.


    [spoiler=tags dec. 20][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][color=#465f6e]Finch
    "a little fall of ran can hardly hurt me now"


    General
    &shadowclan
    &female
    &heterosexual
    &interested in none
    &mother to none
    &friendly, easy to approach


    Health
    &physical health 100%
    &mental health 95%
    &injuries none


    Appearance
    &finch is a solid white domestic feline with unusually large ears and short legs. she has beautiful blue eyes, and dark grey lips.


    Powers
    &none atm


    Important events
    &recently joined windclan

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    The feline shook her head. "No, they wouldn't dare, my father was Risencorpse, a once very well respected leader before his passing. He'd roll in his grave if they tried." She responded, digging her claws into the soil. "It had to be a rouge, maybe. I don't remember any specific scent." Well, at least she knew she wasn't going to die. "Since my father is gone, I figured I would come here to my mother's home. Her name was Selfishpaw, however, I know she's long gone as well. I was just hoping to stay here rather than there." Added the girl. She looked around cautiously. In the moments she was drifting in and out of consciousness, she'd almost forgotten that she was colorblind. [/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][color=white] Finch nodded, remaining silently for a moment to think. "Well, you're more than welcome to stay here in Shadowclan." Finch stated, padding forwards on short, white legs, and sniffed the young female. "You don't look too good, dear. We need to get you patched up. Our medicine cat can help with your wounds, if you'd like?" she inquired, concern lacing her soft voice.


    [spoiler=tags dec. 20][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][color=white]Finch
    "a little fall of ran can hardly hurt me now"


    appearance
    finch is a domestic shorthair. she is solid white, with stunning blue eyes. she has oddly large ears, as well as oddly short legs, and is sometimes self conscious of them.


    personality
    finch is socially awkward, having grown up mostly alone. she always introduces herself by her first name, making sure to clarify that while her name is finch, she is not a bird. she is friendly and approachable, however. she is intelligent when it comes to strategy and ideas, and is tactical in her actions.


    basics
    female || heterosexual || she/her || single || interested in none || 8 moons || shadowclan || warrior || carries last name harbringer || valentine harbringer x happypill grimm


    important events/information
    recently joined shadowclan

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    A soft smile curled her lips, thankful for the offer. She nodded her head gently. "That would be lovely, thank you." Oh, wasting their precious herbs on someone like her. Well, they were generous to say the least. [/fancypost]


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