WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE | OPEN, DEATH?

The red feline's eyes flicked to the npc, and then saw a still body of Oprah. Coming over, the tall feline sat down, then stretched out a claw, poking her in the side without causing any wounds. poke poke. "Oprah?" she asked, almost worried. She moved her head extremely close to the other warriors chest, feeling light breathing, and hearing her heart barely beating. "You bitch, you can't die." Hesteroth hissed. Oprah was a needed warrior of GraveClan. What the hell was wrong with her right now?

Panic.

Panic filed her as her eyes shifted to a tricolour of an orange, red, and pink. "OPRAH!" she nearly yelled, not wanting to shake her in case she would go into shock. Was she going into a coma? Was she dying? "It was a joke, okay, don't do this shit. You don't have fleas, okay?"

Maybe it was a game. A trick to make her tell Oprah what she knew. Maybe Oprah already knew. And Hesteroth had lost. But the tall anorexic couldn't be sure. This was the safety for her clanmate. Carefully, she attempted to start examining her clanmate, looking for cuts that would lead to death, for anything.

[we should do opcry or merah.]

//OPRAH NO

The sound of panic made Hendrix come over quickly, his scared eyes hidden behind his strong face. A panic ripped through him as to worst possible scernarios; someone had been killed. But surely, it hadn't come to that at all, right? The wolf noticed Hesteroth's voice from a nearby distance and followed it, his heart racing.

It wasn't long before he came across the lifeless body of Oprah. For a second, his eyes widen in surprise, but it was gone as quick as it came. Quickly pushing pass his clanmate, he approached the body and attempt to place his ear next to the female. "It's hard to fear a heartbeat," he confirmed, turning back towards the red feline. "Please calm down, Hesteroth. Please." Getting nervous would only be worse. For now, they had to help Oprah.

" I can't- theres.." Hendrix was right. She needed to chill the fuck out. A deep inhale, exhale through her nose. A deep inhale, exhale through her nose. She couldn't help her brother, she can help Oprah though. She at least hoped she could. Oprah better live.

She has to.

The red feline looked towards the horned lion. "There are no injuries. No broken bones. I cannt I just..." Breath. Inhale .Exhale. Calm down. "I don't know what's wrong with her. She... She may just need rest. There's nothing I know to give her." She tried to explain. To see a clanmate die, and have the ability to not help them, it would remind her of her brother. Her brother who layed there, blood pouring from his throat at a young age. This was different. Hesteroth was older, experienced. She could figure this out.

[i like how thats the first comment. you bitch you cant die. im so dead. YES]

Hesteroth let out a sigh of relief. She straightened up, slightly coughing from awkwardness of acting so strangely. "Not sure, you were put here when Richie its a name for the npc, okay? dropped you here and you were unconscious, almost dead." The red feline let out a huff of annoyance. In tero's mind, she had been fooled. It was obvious now, that Oprah would be fine. Her eyes changed back to their green state, calm. She was hiding her annoyance, and so far, besides her tail, it seemed to be working.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 10]Hesteroth screaming Oprah's name is what catches his attention. The German can tell it isn't something good by the distress in the female's voice and trots over in long strides. No, he's not running on over as if Satan were hot on his ass, but Oprah isn't someone he exactly worries about. Then comes the part of telling the wolf she didn't have fleas and he pauses to give a soft snicker. Really? Though he doesn't think long on it when Hendrix's voice enters into the air and gets moving again, and arrives at the scene. There... A motionless body of the brat he didn't like so much. Whatever else Hesteroth and Hendrix said had gone over his head as he stares at their younger member. For a moment blue eyes darken, thoughts traveling to Felix getting shot and holding his limp body and how he was scared to lose his best friend, the only one who cared about him and– Fucking bitch. A flash of fury comes across his features as Oprah comes back to life out of know where. And to think he almost had thoughts on giving her a funeral. "Now that you're alive and well again, you can get your ass up and explain why we were brought back a practically dead member?" He grits out with a deep frown. Does he care? No... Not at all. Definitely not, but, in his mind, a young animal such as herself getting in harms way makes him cringe. While he may not like her, kids shouldn't have to go through any sort of pain or trauma.

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