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Zane Julian

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He wondered how long he was going to be here. He had taken off his leg, and hid it under debris and dirt. If his leg was broken, he would lose his support. And the last thing from Julian.
Juilan was dead. And no one knew where to get a new leg.
Zane's paw was at an odd angle as well, as another Hawkclanner had came in, and her paw was broken. Zane's newest ability to transfer pain and wounds was used. He didn't feel the pain like a normal person, he was currently burying it all like prey on a hunt.
His face was emotionless and straight like the robotic personality he was. His white fur was matted and dirty with mud, dust, blood, and other components.
He would live.
And he would escape.
He just had to wait.

Zane Julian

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Zane smiled lightly, turning back to where his leg was hidden. "That's good."

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I'M BACK EVERYBODY

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He was in pain. Oh so much pain. He should be dead. He wasn't even sure if his heart was beating.
But he was done for. Sunclan was not exactly hell. Hell was always thought to be full of flames and screaming. Sunclan prison was torture. He had been in a cold, makeshift cell of debris, dirt, and the odor of other unkept people. And he had been oh so kind to the others, and so patient for escape.

His kindness was a new ability. He could take away pain. If someone from Hawkclan came in, if they were young, if they were elderly or pregnant and had a cut or broken bone, he would ask to take away their pain, and if they said yes, he touched them.
From a Hawkclanner, he received her broken left forepaw. From one of Sunclan's own kits he got a gash on his left shoulder. From a pregnant she-cat, he took a bruise and a cut from her sides, and the last was from an elderly tom. He received a cut close his right eye. And with all the injuries, most of his cuts were untreated and partially infected.
To make matters worse, they had broken his prosthetic. The plastic was floppy and chipped, the gears and shafts jumbled around inside it like lego blocks in a plastic bag.

He didn't even look like Zane anymore. His jaws were clenched around the plastic of his leg, which meant he was stumbling on two legs, due to his forepaw being broken. His silver and white fur was tangled and matted with dirt, mud, and especially blood. Most of it was his, but some of it was also blood from other cats. Under his fur, his white and silver self was tinged with yellow from infection and malnourishment. His usually upright and straight posture was sullen and seemed ready to crumble.
His face was even showing an emotion of sadness and tire.

Zane continued walking, not even sure where he was. He didn't care. He just wanted to be in a safe place again. He wanted his leg to be repaired.
He wanted his Father.

He couldn't keep this up. He was in the middle of no where. He collapsed, groaning from the pain of collapsing on his wounds.

He was ready to die. He wondered, would anyone really miss him? Him and Nya were on uneven terms. He rarely ever saw Kai or Cole around, and only talked to Jay when they happened to be in the same area.

Zane Julian fell unconscious.

It might've been hours or minutes later, but a white tom came up to Zane's crumbled form, gasping at the site. The tom's eyes locked on the leg, and his jaw dropped. The tom took the leg in his jaws, and heaved Zane's body over his shoulders.
He set Zane back down on the bed In a small room, with a desk, a window, and the bed.

The tom cleared wiped his current project onto the floor, and set the leg on the desk. He took various small tools and replaced various broken gears, worn screws, and two broken shafts. He did all this unnaturally quick, but slow enough to be precise. As he had finished replacing parts, he heard a low, quiet voice speak.
"Who- who are you? What are you doing? Where's my leg?"
The white tom stiffened, not moving from his position. He didn't want him to know, he wasn't ready.
He would have to just use manipulation on his memory. No, he couldn't do that to him to again.
Julian stood up, his head low to avoid eye contact with Zane. The white tom looked up at Zane when he was in front of the trainee, and his son gasped as Julian pressed a pressure point on him, sending him back into unconsciousness.

He could not interfere. He was only going to fix his leg, and drop him off back in Hawkclan.
Julian went back to work, gluing and stitching the plastic back together. He washed the dirt and muck off, and set the leg back down.

It would all be ok, he decided, and strapped Zane's leg back to his body, and heaved the tom on his shoulders again. Julian knew where Hawkclan was. He had been monitoring the clan, watching after Zane. Of course, he had never left his room.
Julian set Zane back right where he had found him, and left him there. Julian then walked away, making sure not to look back.

And Zane awoke again, back in the middle of no where, and got up, not really sure what happened.
He then got up, and resumed limping home.

He did eventually reach the Hawkclan border, and he breathed heavily, collapsing against a tree, his wounds still untreated and his fur dirty.

He was home.
Tears crept from Zane's eyes, and he sucked it in, after a few tears dropped.
And he was unconscious once more.

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Zane is injured gravelly, and has returned

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1543406;

HEY GUESS WHAT THO

JUST KIDDING.

I guess Zane would kinda be cyborg then.

Dimitri would be mike and all his Personalites from Total Drama

Zane Julian

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No, other than that they're all sort of infected.
JESUS I EXPECTED A BIGGER RESPONSE I WORKED LIKE ONE AND A HALF HOURS ON THAT POST.

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The commotion was fuzzy, like a radio out of signal. He was in a dream-like vision, everything moved slowly and shined blurrily.
Where was he? Who was around him? What was going on? Was he conscious? Or was he dreaming? He couldn't tell left from right.

Zane Julian

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Honestly, if Zane gave a shit about Nya's love life anymore, he would have his own girl, and his dad back. In Zane's eyes, Nya was just dating every man or having kids or pulling some other crap left and right.
God she needed Kai around more often.
But he didn't care. He had no need to, he was more concerned about the green eyed tom that had repaired his leg.
In fact, the emotionless tom was watching the whole thing from the entrance of the Shaman's den, leaning against the side of the entrance with his fake leg. He had bandages of moss on his shoulder, sides, and over his eye, and the brilliant white and silver of his fur still lacked, and he still appeared as a less dirty, mangy stray.

Though he did have one comment. . .
"Good luck Soda!"

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Zane Julian

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Zane' sees didn't open up. They hurt too much to open. He hurt all over. "What's going on?" his voice was groggy and low, like a whisper.

Zane Julian

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He didn't get bored too often.
But God was he bored.

He had barely spoken since his return, and there was barely anyone worth talking to. Zane laid on his left side, slightly sitting up to not put pressure on his shoulder. He couldn't even look into his memories, see who helped him. Of course, he remembered first seeing it, he just couldn't go back and look at it again.

His wounds were layered and patched with various herbs that slightly muddled his sense of smell, giving everything an earthy aroma. This also made it difficult for him to properly get all of the blood and dirt off his fur. He had gotten a majority off though, his fur being a tainted, browny white.

Of course he really couldn't go anywhere until his broken paw healed. . .

Oh what to do?

Zane Julian

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"What do you mean, Jay?"

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"I would see that as most Logical, Chickenpaw." The white tom said, his ears perking.
"Bored out of my mind, I believe." Zane replied, now looking at Jay.

Zane Julian

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"Jay, if you are going to go do something, you will have to go without me." Zane stated, his voice once again being toneless and calm again. I didn't bother him to be alone for a while. They ran off and left him to his own devices all the time.
"Ah, Sailaxcloud. Well, it is funny to wear. And strange. It immobilizes me a lot."

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I don't think so

Zane Julian

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The artist had all four of them.

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Zane actually frowned. Weren't friends suppose to stick around or something..

Zane Julian

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Indeed it was boring in the medicine cat den. Nya and Jay had probably visited him like, what, once? Zane had been simply watching the medicine cats work, absorbing and noting what herbs they were using. Of course he couldn't name any, he had just noted what shapes and colors the plants were, and what they used them on.
He had also been watching his memories happen, taking in every detail of his memories. But that gotten dull too.
"Oh, hello."
Zane's voice was somewhat ratty, and he blinked at the apprentice with his one good eye. He didn't lay down, he was laying on his prostetic leg, as he was bandaged on both his sides with a broken paw.