nothing to live for. (open, returning + unconcious)

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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate had promised she would come back and she did, one way or another. And sadly these were not under the best of circumstances. Things were not good at all for her. She was emotionally broken, hardly understood anything going on around her. Riverclan had become a place of traumatic memories for her; visions of her friends being brutally murdered flashing through her mind every day she opened her eyes in that territory. Someone had murdered her friend. Blood had been everywhere. She had come too late to save them. It was something that haunted her every day now. As a result, Kate had begun acting detatched from everything. And very childlike. More than likely to cope with the pain she was going through. And the more she walked, the more she could distract her mind from that pain. So the serval had begun to wander in the down pour rain, and her wandering had brought her to all the way Windclan territory. Her body aching, cold and trembling, she would collapse and close her eyes, now unconscious and her breaths heavy.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke had been on his way to the shrine despite the rain, but something had distracted him. Instead, he found himself at the border where Kate had collapsed. His eyes widened briefly, more concerned than surprised. To himself, he wondered why everyone seemed to turn up not in the best of health. "Kate?" he asked as he came closer, but soon realized she was in fact unconscious. "Come on... we gotta get you out of the rain." He spoke quietly, mostly to himself. He would try to pick her up gently as a mother cat would pick up their kitten and bring her under the shelter of some trees.

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    VILNEY


    V wasn't sure as to why he was out and about in the rain but he was. The single tailed kitsune was pretty sure Tri was somewhere and he was going to find the colorful bird no matter what. Though his search for his companion ended rather quickly when he noticed two other beings he didn't know.


    The younger hesitated. Not knowing if he should go over and help or to leave while he can. The small kitsune shook his head and made up his mind and soon made his way over. "Do you need any help?" he said to Luke rather shyly.


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    "Kate!" Weed would exclaim with worry, his small legs carrying him quickly over to the ex-medic. Oh dear, he thought Riverclan had taken her in to take care of her. How could they treat their members like this?! "Luke.. what do we do?" the young guardian would ask, his voice panicked as he looked for guidance. He didn't know how to handle this. He was just a pup. But perhaps Luke knew, surely this wasn't the other's first rodeo.



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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke glanced up at the two who came by and smiled slightly, grateful. "Weed, calm down. She'll be okay. I think we should get her to camp, where she can dry off and rest properly." He would take a small step back and lower his head toward the serval, brushing a paw against her side, "Kate?" He figured it would be better to at least get her awake so she knew what was going on. Personally, he would like to know where he was going if he were in the same situation.



    Atticus was an official medic now but... he still felt as if he was no longer worthy of that title. Of course the moose did not deny the role and accepted it with open arms, always pleased to help and willing to give aid to the needy. Still... He didn't understand how Oliver found him stable enough of holding such a role. It was evident that he wasn't clearly getting any better mentally, it was unfortunate.
    The giant cervid had been walking on to search for herbs before he heard Luke's voice and the call for Kate.
    Kate? The moved kicked off the dirt to fall into a jog towards the scene, his eyes flickered to scan the woman's body and he nodded.
    "We needta get her t'camp an' dry her off." The male said quickly before dropping onto his knees to reach a height closer to the dampened rocky flooring.
    "Luke, help me get hr onto my back."

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    I have my father's eyes | 4/28

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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate slowly fluttered her eyelids open, squinting her eyes through the rain pouring down that made everyone else look like colorful blurs. She reciginized the scent and sounds of their voices. It was reassuring. Even if it was just a little reassuring. ".... It's.... cold ...." the serval would rasp out, her voice scratchy and dry. She would shakily attempt to get up on her feet, her entire right side caked with mud.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke sighed, just slightly relieved that she woke. If barely. "Hey, I know. You think you can climb onto Atticus? We'll take you to camp and you can warm up there." He would move to nudge her gently towArd the kneeling moose. "We can clean the mud up, too," he added.

    Atticus was going to carry her? The thought alone struck fear in her. He was so big-- what if he dropped her? It'd be quite the fall. Swallowing, she would nod stiffly and attempt to climg on top of the moose with shaky, weak legs.