FLIP THE SWITCH — O, INJURED LONER

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    The snow leopard hobbled along BloodClan's border until he was practically dragging his weight. He collapsed in the sand with a few heavy breaths, his lungs straining and his dry mouth parting so that he could inhale some much-needed air. He was wincing in pain, though you couldn't tell behind the helmet that he wore. Titan craned his neck backwards to look at the trail of blood that he had left smeared into the sand. His wound was covered in dirt and was stinging immensely, and Titan knew that he had to get medical attention quickly. He knew how to treat basic scratches and stuff, but where was he going to find assistance with this?


    The snow leopard knew that a clan lived here- he could smell it (not to mention see the bodies strewn across the area). The male was hesitant, though. He hadn't been a clan for so long; he had once been the assistant deputy of RiverClan, only to be exiled into loner lands. Months had passed and Titan was so used to roaming the lands by himself- he had hardly interacted with a clan-goer since earlier in the year. All of the rogues and loners he had come across? He had slain most of them; a sick and twisted, merciless philosophy was nailed into his brain. All Titan did was kill. The massacre on his clanmates had started it all- Newt, Arcanepaw, Crocodilepaw... one second they were his friends and the next they were dead, and the blood was on his claws. That was all in the past, he told himself. Let the past die. Titan still had to fulfill his destiny; the attack on RiverClan had only directed him down the path towards where he was truly meant to be.


    // titan is laying on bloodclan's border with a deep flesh wound on his hind left leg!


    ★ ★ ★ dims was not medically trained. nope. but what he could do was comfort others until someone that was came around. the happy panther flicked his feathered tail, his wings stretching out as he walked around, the smell of blood catching his attention. he turned his head, blinking his bright eyes as he saw someone laying on the border. dear. was he okay? "hey! you alright, милашка?"

    she told me that I'm not enough


    Solveig, like Titan, knew only the basics- enough to make sure a wound didn't get infected or that she didn't bleed to death, but her true speciality had always lay in poisons. It wasn't a talent that she talked much about, considering what it entailed, nor did she quite want the knowledge freely floating through camp lest someone had a dishonorable intention- as dishonorable as you could get in BloodClan, which in Solveig's mind would to break the bond of loyalty- but when it came to healing? Well.. That was really always up to Hypokrisis, wasn't it? Their lone Physician- who had been their lone Physician since she had been here, and likely longer.


    The smell of blood wasn't uncommon in BloodClan, but it was Dima's soft voice that drew her closer in curiousity. The ivory-furred beauty moved slowly, her paws gliding across the sand that was otherwise torturing Titan with its heat; but her paws moved quick and careful, not feeling the sharp heat on her pads as she made her way forth, a pair of violet eyes searching the injured figure on the ground for one lingering moment. He is clearly not alright, she thought idly as Dima spoke up, but it was not a bitter thought that was spoken aloud. Even her, with her bound leg, was injured in her own right, though healing, but this man was even worse off than her.


    Still, she couldn't help but to bow her head softly, another faint moment of hesitation before she forced her telepathy to reach out in attempt to communicate with him. "We will get you help- I will call for our Physician. What is your name? Where do you come from?" She might have also asked how did the injury happen, but that could wait til Hypokriris arrived- of which she took in a small breath before stretching her mind out across the camp, trying to find their young healer among the other bodies in BloodClan.


    HYPOKRISIS <3

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    -- Alsanna--

    It was not the Physician which approached next, but instead somebody a lot smaller. Although curing the heavily wounded was something beyond her, Alsanna had picked up hints of medical knowledge here and there from her time with Hypokrisis. The strange being had taught her a few things during those lonely nights hidden deep away in the labyrinthine depths of the pyramids. He had been her guiding light in the dark, and she had taken his advice to heart. Still, although the blood and gore did little to phase the child, fear still found itself plastered across her features as she hurried to find a place beside her Guardian.


    Worried eyes darted back and forth over the newcomer as a few quiet mewls of concern escaped her. The only actions that jumped to mind was to either wash it with water, bandage the wound or maybe both. Somehow she figured that it wouldn't stop the bleeding though. Whatever had caused that had done it with malicious intent. "P-Please be careful" Her tiny voice would float towards Titan in the hopes he would hear and take her advice. At least doing this would make it feel like she had helped even in such a small way, and that gave the feline some peace of mind.

    -- Fear is a reasonable response to life / Tags / Plot --

    // OMG WELL GUESS WHO’S heRE,, CROC


    Croc recalled his RiverClan life. Very fondly, in fact. Everything seemed fine and dandy and he knew many people there. Including a familiar snow leopard, named Titan. He seemed pretty chill, and they both shared a few laughs and had some generally pleasant moments together.


    And then Titan lost it.


    He killed Croc. And Newt. And others that they both knew. While Croc could treat death as a mere inconvenience, the other slain clanmates surely suffered trauma from the event, if not killed permanently. Croc normally never held onto emtotions, nor had any attachments — because he, too, enjoyed thoughts of murder and was sadistic and blodothirsty. But only if it was for his own justified cause. Justified, if course, carried its own meaning in his head, but nevertheless..he would never kill his own clanmates if they had never hurt him. And he never understood why Titan, his friend, would do such a thing.


    The white timber wolf, dragging his crocodile tail along, spotted he snow leopard from a short distance away. He frowned, knowing full well this was Titan, and he didn’t truly know wether to avoid him or act as if he was a complete stranger. The past was the past, right? Yet, it still flooded his mind, creating an ever disturbing muddle of confusion as to what to see this guy as now. Considering the latter, he offered a neutral but welcoming look, nonetheless. He was conflicted. He was unsure. But he didn’t look anything except warm.


    ”Yes, someone should arrive to tend to your wounds soon.”

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    Some people knew the basics of healing, how to wrap up a wound and keep it sterile. A lot of people, probably, and it was most likely considered common knowledge, but Jamie? He didn't know shit. Don't get it dirty, that he knew, but it was also something that he ignored. Basically, if he was ever hurt like Titan and no one was around to help him, he was fucking screwed.


    "Ooho, you're fucked up, mate," he commented oh-so helpfully as he appeared on the scene, and though he wore a grimace, he didn't seem all that concerned. Blood, suffering, violence, the scorching heat of the desert - it was all things Jamie had grown accustomed to. Truthfully, there hadn't really been a time in his life without such facets, and he was far from thoughtful enough to be concerned about their effects on him. Since Solveig had already questioned the snow leopard on some aspects, he decided to ask the real question. "The hell did'ya do to get that bugger, eh?" He wasn't one to be concerned about what came out of his mouth, or worry that he was overstepping his boundaries - that was for someone else to fret over.

    there was a distinct difference within scent of stale blood which clung to rotting corpse's decaying fur and that of flesh crimson seeping forth from open wounds. the first held tint of dust to its grotesque scent, of old and gone whilst the next stood to posses a form of drumming metallic perfume which drove forth death's unsteady, eager hand. it was perhaps one of the creature of ivory and gold's most odd abilities, telling such an obscure difference but one in which he'd long since learned. it was a wondrous skill and one which simply came second nature after holding mantel of healer longer than not.


    "Give him some space," hypokrisis sickly-sweet tone sliced through choking air, ever muffled by herbs within maw as he stepped forth. he soon dropped them, a pile including bandages and poppy and others of that nature, before examining twisted whole of frayed flesh and coming blood. first things first, he had to stop the bleeding. before infection could be fought, or pain reduced, the other's lie line must be secured. as such, he took bandages and looked to the other. "Brace yourself, this is going to hurt," with that, hypokrisis tightly, tightly bounded wound so that sides closed with each other in attempt to cease blood trickling forth. after finishing wrapping, the physician looked to the others, "For proper treatment I really need help getting him back to camp."

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    && Reindeergames arrived shortly after Hypo, peering at the bleeding cat with his half blind gaze. The fuck happened to you? He wondered calmly, twitching his tail. The male couldn’t remember the last time he’d been fucked up like that. Hearing the Physician’s words, the rippling cougar stepped forward. ”I can help, if you need me.”

    // latE BUT!! thanks for the responses, guys!


    And, as if instantaneous, one after another began to arrive. BloodClanners. They were at once enemies of RiverClan, but now that he was no longer of that place, he supposed that he was neutral to all surrounding clans. He slowly lifted his masked cranium, his dim green gaze staring out of it at the strangers. He knew that he couldn't take them all at once, even if he wanted to. They were... insisting on bringing him to their camp. Titan let a soft exhale escape his nostrils. This wasn't what he wanted, but if he was going to save his leg, he needed to get medical attention soon. He also needed to get out of this heat, as a black cloak and the beating sun didn't mesh well together.


    He let another breath flow past his hidden maw, preparing himself to respond to the first BloodClanner that had addressed him. It... It had been so long since he had spoken to an actual clan-goer. He had become a loner, but at least he didn't turn feral. Titan, although savage in his ways, still knew how to be civilized. Then, another feline approached, but instead of actually speaking to him like he was expecting, a feminine voice had entered his head. Titan slightly jumped, shifting back at the intrusion of his thoughts. He narrowed his eyes, shifting his gaze onto Solveig. Was she... No, she couldn't be. A user of the Force. Perhaps she just had telepathic abilities, but as he gazed into her eyes beyond his helmet, he knew that this woman couldn't be an individual with such a gift. As far as Titan knew, he was the only one that possessed such abilities. He had yet to find another.


    The cloaked snow leopard, calming down from a bit of a shock, answered Solveig, "Titan," His tone was monotonous and metallic-like, as the voice filtration his helmet altered his true voice. "Titan. I do not come from a clan." He was a loner. Just a simple loner.


    More had begun to arrive, although Titan couldn't muster the energy to respond to each and every one of them. In fact, he didn't really enjoy all of this attention. The male had kept himself hidden away for so long that so much contact with others had begun to feel like a foreign feeling to him. His eyes flickered from the kitten to the scruffy domestic and- no... How was this possible? The snow leopard's eyes widened as he set his sights on the white canine before him. The scaled mutation that he possessed was undeniable. Crocodilepaw. He had survived the attack? Titan felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment, although he held practically no emotions when one was gazing upon his helmet. That was a good thing, because if someone were to see the look of surprise upon his features, they would all probably suspect him of something.


    His gaze was torn away from Crocodilepaw as the medic arrived on the scene. The snow leopard resumed his breathing, his breaths slightly labored as the stinging pain upon his hind leg throbbed and stung like hell. He gritted his teeth, letting out a strained growl as Hypokrisis tended to his wound. While he was relieved that someone was attempting to help him, there was no denying the fact that the injury was still very painful. Titan took deep breaths, attempting to control the intake of air into his lungs, and he lifted his cranium back towards Hypokrisis. "No... I can stand," Titan wasn't too keen on getting help from others (although medical treatment was an exception). The musclar feline braced himself before hoisting himself off the sandy floor. He stumbled forward a little because of the loss of balance in his hind legs, and although he was managing to stand on his paws, he looked exhausted and weak. There was no way to tell by the strain of his features on account of his mask, but his legs were visibly shaking.


    Damn, this guy didn't look so good. Or- his injury didn't look too good, because aside from that - though she couldn't see his face - he wasn't too bad to look at. Of course, he could be hiding some horrible deformities behind his mask, which would be disappointing. The tabby arrived after Reindeergames, her ears perked in Titan's direction as he spoke. Huh, his voice was weird. It wasn't a normal kind of weird, though; it was unnatural, for sure, probably having something to do with his mask. Which kind of reminded Barb of an old clanmate of hers, Mako. God, he'd been horrible. An absolute dick, the kind of person whose neck you always wanted to snap- or, maybe that was just her. But, hopefully, this Titan dude wouldn't be as bad.


    "You need some help, Hypo?" the Queen offered, blinking blue visionaries at the little hellhound as she placed herself beside Solveig. As if she could - or wanted to - do anything, but she might as well offer. It wasn't like she had much else to do.

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