CHILDISH | OPEN, RECOVERY & CLEANUP

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    It had been three painful days since the explosion had occurred. Littlestar had spent the first day in Lessa's medic den, lying on a strange little bed in this strange little room. She had an intense headache. The people surrounding her, her people, were in much worse conditions. She couldn't stand to look at them and their mangled bodies and know that she was at fault for that- her sins was what got them into that position. She had angered someone, the End Game, and now all of Hawkclan paid the iron price. She spent the second day trying to help, applying pressure to wounds even when her own were aching for attention. But it didn't matter, her own were healing up quickly. The wounds despite being deep had been very clean and easy to remove, no splinter peicies so it was safe to say Littlestar was no longer in critical condition. The people around her though? She wasn't so sure. Just yesterday had the darkly colored tabby spotted a kitten with a shredded limb. And the day before, a girl with missing eyes. This explosion had affected lives. My fault. My family- my fault, my sins, my fault. Littlestar breathed in and out. She could walk better now. Of course, there would always be the old limp but that was no fault of the explosions. Her sides did throb with each step but it was a manageable pain and hey, no one was running after her yelling when she stepped outside of the medic den into the air. But the outside was almost worse. Almost. She despised seeing the carnage wrecked upon Hawkclan. Blood splatters, ash, the shrapnel pieces and debris absolutely everywhere.


    "I'm sorry." The Monarch said to no one as she stepped before the devastation that was once the proud twenty foot tall thorn wall. Her golden eyes were shadowed with misery and grief and a heavy blanket of guilt. She leaned down and began to peel a giant, slightly charred wooden plank off what of some other bits and bobs. Successfully did she do so, pulling the plank off to the side. "Let's start putting the wood in piles over here. The bits that are not salvageable, such as mangled pieces of wood and thorn, can be put here and we'll discard them later." Littlestar announced in a strangely calm and leader-ly fashion which was quite unlike her as normally the girl was informal and swore like a sailor. But today, she was feeling sad. Not good. Then again, no one was. She couldn't complain- my fault, my sins, my family- and she couldn't argue- my fault, my sins, my family- and she could not fight. Not now. Her people had to recover and she would give them all the time in the world to do just that.

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    Staying in one place just wasn't Inu's thing, he was more like a travler or a explorer found it very difficult to remain to one single place and call it for home. Even if he had come here to join Hawkclan this time unlike before he was still not much different from before. Dimitri believed it was better to not change how he had been as 'Inu' all more then necessery. Oustside Hawkclan walls the mutated german shepherd was still the same, a thief and doing what it took to survive. So he was more like a stray dog how come and left from time to time but always he would return back here, to Hawkclan that was as long as Littlestar remained here the only one that actually was left Inu had get to known and liked. Behind this nervouse grins and awkward stuttering words his character was not supposed to care that much about other indvinduals. Putting himself first was the top priority so yes he was a bit selfish in a sense but so was many else. If you had to pick between your own life and someone else many would pick thier own.


    Littlestar was very different though. Dimitri had studied her closely under the encounters they had have or seen her in raids and all her actions was always for the sake of someone else. She was a self-sacrificing, self-destructive, whatever it took to protect someone else then herself. It was a bit interesting considering her age and from where she come from. It was interesting because Dimitri did not know how it felt like anymore to care for someone more then yourself. Once upon a time he had felt that, right?.


    " Lii-chan!. " The german shepherd had been away on his own adventures and having met a rather interesting indvindual as well, or so Dimitri thought, Inu had just found him strange and a bit confusing. But once leaving that place and returning back to the jungle had faced a rather destructive look. Instantly the heart had taken a small beat in worry for the grey tabby so had to make sure she was fine, still breathing. So when this mismatched orbs catch sight of the scarred feline Inu could instantly feel relived again, a other sign of how little he cared for others he now almost nothing about. Only those how stood him close, having done something to catch his attention was worth to care for. It was just logical to think that way, at least for him.


    " W-What happend?. " he asked with obivious concern flashing inside of the orbs. Dimitri had to agree was curious as well on what had happend here while paying a 'visit' to the sanctum. Seemed like he had missed something fun, how unfortunate.

    Hearing the leader's announcement to clean up, the young fox padded over and began picking bits of thorns and wood with her teeth. Well, it was the least she could do considering she had no powers nor any experience in helping the injured. Bringing them over to the place Littlestar assigned for the pieces, she opened her mouth and released them onto the ground. Yari noticed the look of grief on the monarch's face. She chose not to say anything; it wouldn't fix anything if she spent her oxygen spreading empty words of encouragement or positivity. There was nothing positive to say. No light here to see. She walked over to a large piece of wood stuck firmly in the ground and tried to pull it out. Finally uprooting the piece of wood from the ground, the little fox dragged it over to the pile for wood and laid it down. Looking across the desolation, Yari acknowledged it'd probably take a while, as well as many, to clean up all of this. She hadn't been around to see who had done it or how it happened, and she couldn't even imagine how this much destruction could physically be possible to create. Yarithria continued to gather broken pieces, again refraining from speaking or asking questions. They didn't matter now anyway.

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    Poe — HawkClan — Sentinel

    Although Poe hadn't received any noticeable wounds during the thorn wall attack, his ears had been damaged from the loud bang of the explosion. He had a ringing in his ears that was constant and light, never leaving him, even after three days. It caused him to have a hard time falling asleep and even concentrating.


    But a simple hearing problem wouldn't stop him from helping others. He knew Littlestar felt bad, and seeing her there giving orders so calmly only made his heart wrench more for her. This wasn't her fault; the End Game was the only group to blame.


    "The End Game attacked us. Blew up our wall," Poe told the stranger who asked what happened, giving him a look of curiosity. When had he shown up? Shaking his head, the pilot returned his gaze to his leader, eyes softening. "How're you holding up, Lit?"


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    Hearing the familiar and ancient nickname did Littlestar lift her head and throw the last piece of wood onto the pile. She blinks and inclines her head to the side, offering the old friend a dip of her head. She realized that she hadn't properly seen Inu since before the explosion. Where had he been? Littlestar decided she wasn't going to ask; she would just assume that the mutated German Shepard had been traveling or something. "Inu." She responded quietly, before he asked the question she dreaded. It was hard to answer, to vocalize what she'd failed at; the security of Hawkclan had been compromised by the End Game. Maybe if she'd done that.. that brutal and sick competition they'd tried to get her to do, to fight to the death with others, then they would've evaded this explosion. She lowered her head, the corners of her eyes noticing the appearance of both Poe and Yarithria. But thankfully Poe once more answered the question for her.


    "How're you holding up, Lit?" The scarred tabby licked her scarred lips as another dreaded question popped up. She thought of a way to word it that was both truthful enough and not giving away too much. "The wounds are almost healed..." She knew that wasn't the answer he meant or wasn't the questions purpose but she didn't want to give away the other answer. "You?" Littlestar asked, golden eyes carefully studying Poe's face.

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    Three days. Lessa had barely more than once stepped out of the medical treehouse since the explosion. Mostly, she took care of her clanmates, and there were so many to take care of. It was worse, perhaps, than the famine. Those days of losing clanmates to starvation still weighed heavily on the shaman, but that had been gradual. She stopped counting the dead, stopped counting the ones she couldn't save, or did her best to. She focused on the ones she could and did save.


    By day three she knew she would need to restock her herb supplies. With help, she patched herself up. Sides bandaged, and her damaged legs replaced. She shouldn't really be moving much, let alone working. She simply refused to take a break until things settled down, until the last wounded had been healed. There was still a lot to be done. The petite pine marten made her first appearance outside getting Calum ready to go. The hawk was once again wearing his harness, carrying a small pouch with the medical red cross on the outside. With tired eyes, the half-blind shaman titled her head, studying her companion. He was working very hard these days too, rushing her medical supplies back and forth. He was stubborn like her though, it seemed, because he glared defiantly at the marten as soon as worry dug it's claws into her heart and mind.


    The tiniest flicker of amusement flashed inside her eyes, and she nodded. The sharp-shinned hawk flew off the porch of the medical treehouse with a flurry of feathers. Quietly, the gray jedi took a seat, the sad frown reappearing on her face. She watched her clanmates gather around, and listened to the orders given. The cleanup process would take time, and the shock of it all may take more time yet. She should've seen this coming. Mediated more, let the Force give her more visions... Something. She was usually so much more perceptive than this. She sighed, wincing as her ribs flared in pain. That would take time too.


    Slowly, she stepped away from her workplace. Everyone inside was resting, and recovering, but she would be checking in on them as soon as she could. Ever the worrisome girl she was, it wasn't surprising she spent so much time watching over her patients, even when it grew less and less necessary until they were out of her care. She gave Littlestar a careful look, seeming satisfied to see she did indeed look better, though she didn't like the guiltiness she saw in the leader. That was hypocrisy of course, as she felt the same, but still, she didn't like it. "Perhaps... You can tell everyone... To keep an eye out for... Herbs while they... Work too. I just sent... Calum out but... It always helps to have extra... Paws." It wouldn't do them good to run low on what they needed either.

    Littlestar was done with people dropping like flies. She knew it wasn't something you could stop as death was a part of life. It was life. But it didn't ease the pain in any way, didn't make it any easier. Her back grew achy from all the guilt she felt; the famine, the wall breach, the people she'd killed and now.. now this. The tabby normally wanted to take her guilt out through her rage and that meant hurting people. But she was drained. She felt like doing something and this was better then anything, wasn't it? Cleaning up helped. It did something.. more then killing ever would right now.


    Littlestar felt eyes peering at her. She turned her head and saw the familiar pine marten standing there with a studious and caring look on her face. Of course. The Shaman looked tired and that had a very obvious reasoning behind it. More guilt struck her when she realized how hard Lessa must've been working to fix up everyone. And by god, had she worked. The Monarch didn't ever think she'd be able to repay what she owed Lessa... for all the times the pine marten had patched her up, patched her clanmates up. A gift wasn't enough. Lessa deserved happiness.. something Littlestar wasn't too good at giving. Her gut wrenched as she realized she'd never be able to properly give back to Lessa. Herbs? Okay. If we can't do that much then this is the best we can do; we should do it now. "Of course." The scarred apprentice nodded, rifling through the debris that littered the ground, hoping to spot some plants that weren't smothered and ruined by wooden planks or coated in ash. She still felt like she was missing out on something however.


    The long haired tabby turned back to the pine marten and inclined her head to the side, ears back. "You need to rest... you've been working your damn ass out for a couple of days now while we've all been.... fuck, take a rest Lessa. Please." Littlestar commanded quietly, lowering her head. Maybe it was less of a command and more of a plead as she was beginning to see the stubborn streak that the pine marten had in her.

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    valor felt a little bit of an edge when he walked into the scene. this was something monumental to hawkclans history; if only it could be that. history and not the present. the hellhound stepped around a large fallen branch, shaking the leaves off his pelt as he tried to reach the monarch. valor had seen a lot of ruthless fighting in his life, it's what came with the lifestyle of a pack. especially with mal where things were unpredictable, her anger became his anger and pack mentality sent him into a frenzy. valor could rarely look at a hellhound outside the pack without lashing out or outright attacking them. this was much more than that, though. he had never seen something to this extent, where little kids, innocent lives were lost due to such destruction.


    he stopped when he saw the other hawkclanners orbiting toward her and decided to let her console her clanmates. valor only had limited knowledge of herbs from being a medic apprentice in the elite, but not nearly enough experience to contribute with injuries. he instead turned toward a tree covered in metal scraps and splintered through with shrapnel. his chest heaved with a heavy sight and he kicked up onto his hind paws to begin dragging it down from the tangle of branches, his ears pinned back and twigs and ash hit his head.


    the thin, wiry metal fell unceremoniously and he jumped back, tail instinctively rattling from the startling noise it made. the line of his spine lighting up in short flames. "shit." he grumbled, trying to tame the fires and cool down. he lifts his paw and the pads turn a glowing red as he builds up heat and presses it to the metal, melting it down to its liquid form. using his elementals he pushed through the earth and drilled whatever had melted deep underground and quickly replaced the surface back to the way it was. well, that was one thing done. now to rinse and repeat.


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    ★ ★ ★ sky approached the others silently, hazel eyes flickering from face to unfamiliar face with only vague interest visible in the foggy irises. he was still so new here; he barely recognized any of his clanmates. dropping his head when he neared the gathered group, as to refrain from making eyecontact with anyone, he went to work scanning the ground for fragmented bits of wood and thorn. finding a large piece of wood that was mostly unharmed, he gathered it up in his jaws and lifted it towards the pile for salvageable materials, silently passing yari as he did so.



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    NOTHING SHINES BRIGHTER THAN A GOOD HEART

    Poe — HawkClan — Sentinel

    Littlestar did not appear to be in the best shape. Poe could only watch as she sighed out each reply, looking tired and hurt. He could only imagine what she was going through. Her reply didn't satisfy him, but she had moved on and Poe didn't want to make her worry more than she should. If she wanted to end it there, he would let it go. But he'd keep an eye on her, make sure the feline didn't try anything overwhelming. He was stressed just with his own things; Lit had the whole Clan to worry about.


    "I can't complain," Was the canine's reply, despite having several complaints. Several more people approached to help out, one of them being Lessa. Poe frowned down at her, and nodded as Littlestar told her to go rest. "You deserve a rest more than anyone, Lessa, please. We'll be fine, but we won't be if you're sick or hurt too." His tone was firm but concerned. HawkClan was not in the best shape right now, and having his closest friends all injured only added to his stress.


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