THE SUN WILL SHINE, THIS I SWEAR :: open, return + injury

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    He fought to the best of his goddamn ability. He was born to a band of warrior corgis, for fuck's sake. And here he was, on the verge of a slow and painful death. His "best" simply wasn't enough.


    God, how did it come to this? Bested by a manipulative feline that was the slightest inch taller than he was. He was meant to be a mere experiment for that bloody bastard, to become his own personal slave. Benny hated himself for displaying such a show of weakness and vulnerability. What a bloody disgrace he was. But he had also proven his inner strength, able to escape to StormClan alive. Bleeding and bruised and broken, but alive.


    The Pembroke Welsh Corgi, once proud and mighty and hospitable, was dragging himself past the borders of his native Clan, his ears flattened against his skull. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't make it. He was going to die mere minutes away from his home. The canine finally collapsed, the note he held in his jaws dropping to the floor. He lay there in a minute pool of blood, next to a note that read:


    Played around with him. Hope you don't mind. - Tox D.


    //injuries: different scars and marks all around his body, busted lip, both hind legs broken, cut in side of neck (bleeding); feel free to powerplay healing



    The scent of blood grabbed Spellpaw's attention as he walked through the woods. It was mixed with the smell of dog, which meant that whatever was waiting ahead probably wasn't going to be pretty. The ambassador stopped to take a breath recalling the body he had found on the Stormclan border as a kit. Finally, Spellpaw began taking ginger steps toward the scent until the corgi came into sight. It was then that Spell recognized him--- Bentley. The apprentice hurried over to the collapsed canine and immediately checked for signs of life. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found them. "Bentley? Are you okay?" Spell asked the corgi, leaning in.

    Catching a whiff of blood on the wind, Blackweef couldn't help herself but walk over to investigate. She glanced at Bentley and sighed. "Why do people keep getting hurt around here." She grumped, flicking her tail in slight annoyance. She leaned over Bentley from her spot beside Spellpaw. "He'll live. Just get me a medical kit." She murmured, trying to summon her former herb training from the deep crevices of her ancient mind.

    He could hear the pawsteps of others, and his eyelids fluttered open. Everything looked so...fuzzy and weird. Eventually his vision began to clear until he could make out the figures of Spellpaw and Blackweed. "Are you okay?" Really? He didn't look all too dandy. A stream of rapid words erupted from him. "NoI'mnotfuckingokaygetmsomfuckinghelpnow!" Sure, he'd live, but Benny had the tendency to make out his pain worse than it actually was. His cut was deep, but it surely wasn't fatal. His hind legs were broken but could be repaired—walking would surely be a bitch until he'd heal.



    Project seemingly appeared from nowhere with a medical kit and looked at the Korgi (since Bentley is now part of the badass squad) before reading the note. "Don't worry, we will get revenge."

    His brown gaze landed on...Project. Huh. So he didn't kill himself with those explosives yet. The promise of vengeance was rather sweet, and he wanted to get the bastard immediately. "No...not now..." the corgi replied softly to the looming leopard. He wanted to get Tox himself, but his state was far too weakened to go out for revenge. They'd have to wait and plan it out. Physically subduing him would be easy, but the feline that had experimented on him was a master of the mind.


    //i also happen to roleplay tox/the guy who hurt bentley, maybe this could turn into a revenge plot against him. he's in the rift and the cartel.



    Holy StarClan no this was not ok. Any screaming was enough to grab the female's attention, the scent of blood only kicked her back to her medic days. So strangely she didn't panic, well she didn't show it on the outside, because as a medic one of the first things you learned was to stay calm in these sorts of situations. Panicking won't help the patient or anyone around him or her, panicking and running around only made things worse. The ginger heard the corgi's bark from a bit away, telling her that he was conscious (at least for now) and responsive and nothing was blocking his airways. Good, she has a bit more time to focus on other injuries. The stench of blood and mixed emotions flooded her sense of smell when she arrived on the scene, not saying anything for a moment as she scanned the area. Project had a medical kit. Good. She could use that. "I used to be a medicine cat, I can help treat you. If you can tell me what happened without panicking then that would be helpful, but if it'll only bring you distress then focus on remaining calm. Ok?" Blazestar spoke, using a gentle tone. The cut on his neck looked the most worrying, as that was the biggest cut and there was a major vein/artery(I'm not sure which, sorry) there. His legs were funky and likely broken, but chances were that wouldn't kill him. She opened the kit, finding plenty of bandages there. She could try applying pressure but she needed her paws to treat the other cuts and then transport the corgi to camp where they could attend to his legs properly. She gripped a bandage with her paw and then said "I'm going to put this around the cut on your neck to stop the bleeding, got it?" Though waiting for a response first to make sure she didn't freak him out on accident. Things being pressed in such a vital area probably won't do much good when there wasn't a warning.

    Blazestar's appearance wasn't shocking, and he would try to cooperate and allow the leader to transport him back to camp for medical treatment. "...Can't," he replied weakly. He couldn't tell anyone. Not now. Not until he knew he was safe and was going to live. He didn't care about being freaked out a bit—this was his health they were dealing with. The corgi nodded in reply and let the feline try to axe the bleeding.



    She understood why he didn't want to tell. Not right away at least. People didn't always want to talk after something traumatic, they didn't want to bring back bad memories. She gave a small nod in reply, and once she got the reply to the neck thing she would apply the bandage- sticky so it didn't need to be wrapped around anything- to the wound on his neck, applying pressure to help. "Remember to keep your breathing steady. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It'll help you remain calm until I can get proper herbs." With such wounds she had to consider the possibility of a concussion, if that needed treating as well. Plus talking to him would be a good way to keep him awake and conscious, which was what she wanted. She didn't want him slipping into some sort of coma. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and even if they seem silly please do your best to answer them." She said, pausing a moment so she didn't speak to fast for him. "Do you remember your name?" Blaze said.

    God, he wasn't a child. He knew how to breathe, and he certainly knew his own name. Alas, he understood that this was merely to relieve and soothe his nerves and to confirm that he hadn't a concussion. "Bentley," the corgi replied, obediently inhaling with his nose and exhaling with his mouth as Blazestar demanded of him.