A safe haven~ {SURVIVAL THREAD - Post to escape the acid rain}

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    [align=center][font=didot]OOC: From his wounds :) He was out in the acid rain for too long


    IC: The leader was unmoving

    Bolerokit sniffled, and limped over to Argent, his golden eyes wide. "M-mister," he stuttered. "C-can you please help my sister? S-she's really hurt . . . A-and we don't know where our parents are." He was trying his best not to cry, because the son of a deputy didn't cry. He had to be strong for Larka.

    Hawkson Frostford wrote:


    Scribblingpaw padded forward slowly, eyes concerned as he pushed through the cats infront of Colouredstar. He put a tail on Claritypaw's shoulder, feeling exactly how she looked. He tried to comfort her, "Don't worry. I'll help him." He was surprised to find his voice strong despite his fears.


    Reaching forward warily, Scribblingpaw tried to calm himself. He hoped Firfleck didn't interrupt the process- he didn't know what the consequences would be. He took a deep breath and placed his paw on Colouredstar's side. Scribblingpaw closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel energy and pain flowing through his leader's body the heartbeat his paw hit his flank. There was so much pain...burning pain. He looked for a source but knew acid rain left different scars and wounds than he'd ever worked with before.


    Nevertheless, the white and grey tom continued on. It was a strange sensation- trying to pull pain from someone's body into your own. The hurt flowed through him- starting with his paw. He let out a sharp intake of breath but knew he had to continue. This was already exhausting him and it was hardly started. Oh, please. Please let this be worth something.


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    ooc: This whole dealio is going on.

    Scribblingpaw was now shaking with effort. He was too young to do something this...complicated! Small battle wounds he could handle but this...this is crazy. Scribblingpaw heaved a breath as the pain from Colouredstar became overwhelming- it was too much. He fell into a dark abyss of sleep. Slowly...growing....unconscious. "I...did...all I...could." He meowed between gasps.


    He hoped Argent would give him some poppyseeds. It was all that would help since the pain from Colouredstar wasn't visible on his pelt. He hoped what he did was enough.

    theron ♥ wrote:


    Bolerokit sniffled, and limped over to Argent, his golden eyes wide. "M-mister," he stuttered. "C-can you please help my sister? S-she's really hurt . . . A-and we don't know where our parents are." He was trying his best not to cry, because the son of a deputy didn't cry. He had to be strong for Larka.



    Fictionalkit smiled slightly, a crooked thing. "Kits of a deputy are much more important than little, stupid, mousebrained not HP related me." she closed her eyes and curled up.

    Bolerokit scowled at Fictionalkit. "Where the heck did that come from? I'm just trying to help my sister!" he growled. Damned she-kit.

    She flicked her ears back, knowing she was being such a self filled idiot. "Uh, sorry. Just help her first." Idiot! Idiot idiot idiot! She mentally yowled at herself.

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    "Yeah." was it beyond treatment? "Sky, I miss my sister. I think she's hurt, worse than me. Her name is Aeroplane. I need to save her."

    "Looking for Serindipitypaw." she meowed. "Oh no, please don't go! It's too dangerous!" she squeaked.

    She looked frantic. "I want her to be okay, but... But..."


    Is he going to go?))