look me in the eye and tell me it’s ok [thrushmumble needed]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]despite her current situation, nike couldn't help but feel at peace with herself. sure, she was beaten up and bruised, and sure she might never walk on all four of her legs ever again, but oddly enough she refused to let those ‘minor’ issues hold her back. here she was, sitting outside of what she could only imagine to be a skilled healer who could attempt to help with her leg. a smile creeped over the ginger’s face as she took in the mummer of cats around her. this was a good place, and for the time being, it would be her home.


    shifting her weight away from the maimed leg she was waiting to get looked at, nik closed her eyes and imagined what this healer she was waiting for might look like. would they be youthful and sweet, or maybe aged yet wise, or simply bitter and cold? there were so many different outcomes, it almost phased her into worry. she pushed that anxiety aside; if this healer would be like the leader she had met earlier, nik wouldn’t have anything to worry about.
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    INFO // 17/12


    //sorry for the slow reply! I've been out of town.


    "Just a minute!" From inside the den came the sound of a crash and a clattering, as if something had been spilled across the stone floor. A minute passed before a rather stressed looking tom, little more than a year, appeared in the entrance, looking over Nike with a nervous clan. "Oh St-tar Clan, you look awful. Um, not like awful awful or bad awful! I mean, um, like, hurt awful, sorry, sorry. Y-you're the new one--but you probably already knew that. A-about yourself. Um. Alright, come on in," he said, managing a friendly smile."There's a nest over here--can you walk alright? Where's the pain, what's the cause, and how long were you wounded before coming to me?" he rambled, already pawing through an assortment of dried leaves and roots.



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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]a smile spread across nike's lips as thrushmumble hurried out of his den. she couldn't help but notice that he was stressed. was it about her? no, he seemed to be stressed before he caught sight of her leg. nik hobbled back a few steps, a bit surprised by the tom's mumbling. that must be why he's called thrush'mumble'. as he finished speaking, the ginger fem managed to hop into the den and onto the nest he had spoken of. nik took a minute to remember what quite happened, taking a breath to collect her thoughts. "well, the pain would have to be my leg. as you can see, it's quite messed up. the cause? err--" she stammered for a moment, trying to remember her story, "i got hit by a monster. and it's been... a few hours. it was well before sunrise when i got hit"


    [ ooc ] no worries!
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    INFO // 1/6/17

    The post was edited 1 time, last by NIKE ✔ ().


    "Really? Well, it doesn't look like a regular monster hit, not that I've actually seen any, which, haha, thank Star Clan for that you know? You're lucky to be alive. It's hard to say at this point if the damage will be permenant, but I've met cats with most of their bodies paralyzed, so thank you lucky stars! Oh geez, that was pretty insensitive, sorry!" he said, ears pinned back in shame. "Sorry, sorry I'll just focus, uh, on your leg--I, uh, might need to set it. It probably won't help you walk right, but it's crucial for healthy growth. ...So, um, do you want a stick to bite down on?"



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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;] a small part of nike wanted to be offended by thrushmumble's mention of needing a stick, but she didn't quite know why. maybe it was because she thought she was mentally strong; that in her past she's been hurt more than some leg could ever hurt her. or maybe it was just because she knew it would hurt, and doesn't quite want to admit it. "no, it's ok, i think i'll survive", she purred quietly, focusing her attention on her leg. "i do have a question; what's your name? you seemed so stressed when you came out that i didn't get the chance to introduce myself. my names nike, by the way"
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    INFO // 1/6/17