Posts by BITTERBLUE

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]SO THE AVIATOR had gone with truth, eh? Blue rested her blue-orange eyes on the the lion, an eyebrow raised. Personally, she thought that going for the dare option would be more interesting, but she was nonetheless curious to hear what Blackjack had to say. To be honest, she wasn't very well acquainted with the male; maybe this would prove to be a bonding experience for all of them. Awaiting the boy's response, the wolf offered a brief nod to Nelly and Calandra before shifting her attention to Travelpassion.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE DETECTED the sarcastic tone laced through the tom's words, his apology otherwise sincere except for the biting humor that had voiced itself from within. He must have known that he was intruding on our territory then. Electing to not call the male out, she instead chose to take a seat before the stranger, her large wolf body towering over her two companions. Sizing the outsider up with her odd gaze, she let out a silent breath. The stranger wasn't a threat. So then, what had the feline said? He was a traveler? The girl briefly wondered how long Whitefur had been living on his own. Bitterblue had done her fair share of wandering; however, now that she had finally returned home, she couldn't imagine forfeiting her life for that of an explorer's ever again. The life of a loner was, well, lonely. "So you're an a-adventurer?" She inquired, really just stating an observation. "If you ever find that your f-feet have become too tired to carry you, y-you're welcome to join HawkClan."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]PAIGE. The delicate feline was vaguely familiar; perhaps she had been a part of HawkClan right before Bitterblue had been possessed and spirited away. The large wolf made her way over, the aroma of lavender seeming to radiate from the she-wolf as she took a seat. "Hello Paige. I-I knew you're mother." The girl's gaze grew fond then, cherished memories rising to great her like an old friend. Yes, Vinny had been important to her. She had carefully watched over and healed the clan in Pepperspice's stead. The girl flicked her tail, momentarily lost as ghosts of the past danced before her eyes.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE MOMENTARILY FLATTENED her ears to her skull. She didn't know what to do: with no official clan healer and with Splitsecond only recently beginning her training, would it be okay if she healed him? A small growl escaped her. How typical. I'm worrying about social conduct while someone bleeds out in front of me. The wolf lowered her head, her mind clearing as she tried to get Danse to focus on her. "Listen, I know how to help you, but I need my supplies. In a few moments, I'm going to take my paws off of your bullet wound and go get them"- Bitterblue focused in on her super senses, the forest coming to life around her -"there's some cobwebs nearby. I'm going to wrap them over your wound before I leave. I'll be right back, I promise." No more stuttering for Bit. The world seemed to slow down; she was focused, determined, alert. A sharp intake of breath could be heard as the girl removed her paws, fresh blood instantly rising up to escape to seeping wound as she raced away, her paws anxiously reaching for the spider silk caught up in a nearby bush. There. Bitterblue caught the soft tendrils, her movements fast and efficient as she hobbled back to the fallen loner. Quickly fixing the wound with a temporary bandage, the girl glanced as Danse once more. "I'll be back."

She had never ran so fast in her life. Body swiftly weaving around trees, boulders, and stumps, the girl became nothing more than a blur, the HawkClan camp becoming closer with every step she took. Soon, she was there, stumbling to a halt as she wasted nothing but a second as she snatched up the bag that contained her small collection of herbs. Whipping around, Bitterblue dashed back to the injured creature, her heart pounding. It seemed that her makeshift had done its duty: the cobwebs had blushed a deep shade of scarlet but no blood had escaped. The wolf stopped at Danse's side, practically rippping open the bag. "Eat these," she said, a dose of poppy seeds large enough to handle the male's shock basically forced into the ex-leaders mouth. The wolf then quickly massaged his throat, a strange action, but one that would ensure that the canine swallowed the seeds. Next, the girl set to fixing the stranger's broken leg, blessing the x-ray vision that came along with her super senses as she went. The bone didn't look too messed up, but what she was about to do would be very painful. Without hesitation, Bitterblue set the bone. The action was quickly followed by the canine wrapping the broken appendage in rush, the sturdy plant providing the bottom layer for the cast. Then, carefully placing two sticks on either side of Danse's leg, the girl wrapped the entire thing in cobwebs, her movements fluid as she finished the cast. The wolf's heterochromatic gaze briefly lifted as she scanned the forest. "Don't worry," she murmured, "help will be coming soon."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]NO NAME INSTANTLY, came to mind when Monochrome revealed the drawing; Bitterblue didn't know any dragons. Instead, her first though was pretty which was immediately followed by neat and that was it. The warrior took a moment to appreciate the time and care that had obviously gone into the piece of art before shifting her attention back to the leopard. "I like it."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE WAS THE NEXT HawkClanner to enter the scene, a smile (albeit a slightly awkward one) playing on her lips: she didn't know of very many creatures willing to openly flirt with a complete stranger. Though it may not be considered proper by some standards, Travelpassion's somewhat forward attitude with the foreigner made her happy. It reminded her of an old friend. Taking a seat, the wolf gave a brief dip of her ebony cranium. "I'm sure that o-our leader will be here sh-shortly. It sounds like she's the o-only one who could accept something like th-this."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]RELIEF WASHED OVER Bitterblue as Paige arrived, a breath that she didn't know that she had been holding escaping her. She had addressed the situation with a level head, but now that help had arrived, she admitted herself to feel a tiny slice of fear. The girl had been terrified that the Bernese would die under her care. Flicking an ear, Bitterblue briefly contemplated the feline's question. Sure, maybe the three of them might be able to haul the large dog back to camp, but what if they accidentally made things worse? "I think we should wait for someone else to come. I'd hate to think of what would happen if we were to drop him," she finally responded, her eyes flickering back to the wounded canine.

The girl's gaze was once more ripped away from Danse as Splitsecond arrived. Flinching as a prick of guilt stabbed at her heart, Bit looked at the other female; it had never been her intention to steal the other's job. Opening her mouth to apologize, the words suddenly died in her mouth as she noticed that the cobwebs covering the male's shoulder had transitioned from a pink blush to an angry red. "Split, the bandage on his shoulder was only meant to be temporary; from the looks of it, it won't hold up much longer. In that bag, there's some marigold- it's the bright orange flowers. Chew up its petals and put the poultice on the wound. You're going to have to find some replacement cobwebs too," she said, her gaze finding the medic. Shifting over to give the girl ample room to work, Bitterblue propped her legs underneath Danse's broken leg. "I'm going to keep his leg elevated while you work." The wolf then offered the trainee a small, encouraging smile. There's no time like the present to start training.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE NODDED ALONG to the girl's words, her ears pricked as she payed attention to everything she said. From what she gathered from Splitsecond's description of her knowledge, it sounded like the girl had just begun to scratch the surface of the medical world. A blank slate. Bitterblue was almost relieved: now they needn't worry about accidentally going over material that Splitsecond already knew. The wolf narrowed her eyes momentarily, debating how to begin their first lesson. It would be impossible to teach the trainee everything she needed to know in one day, but Bit didn't want her to leave their session without a solid base. "We'll start with t-the basics for today: herbs, their individual u-uses, and how to identify th-them." Bitterblue's eyes broke away from the feline, her attention focusing on the patch of dirt between them. Using a single claw, the wolf sketched out the image of a plant on the soil, small, star-shaped flowers decorating the tops of the stems. To left of the picture, she drew another plant, this time depicting a tall-stemmed thistle. "Borage and burdock. Borage can be i-identified by its blue and pink star-like f-flowers. It is used to increase a nursing animal's milk s-supply and to bring down fevers." Bitterblue pointed at the first drawing, her eyes studying Splitsecond as she spoke. "Burdock is a dark-leaved th-thistle that carries a particularly strong scent. Its roots can be chewed up into a p-pulp that can be used to cure i-infections." The wolf's eyes darted to the crude drawings for a second. "Ideally, I'd want to show you th-these plants in person, but due to our recent move, there's no h-herb storage built up yet."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]A SMILE LIT UP Bitterblue's face upon hearing Paige's offer. "That'd be g-great," she said, a gracious dip of her head immediately following her words. Her gaze quickly shifted to the small plot of land parallel to the garden. Originally, the wolf had intended to turn the small patch into a flower garden, but hey, herbs were more important. She could always plant flowers elsewhere. "We can plant them over th-there if you want," she said, nodding in the direction of the clear spot of ground.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE'S GAZE FLICKERED back to Paige, images of the past instantly dispersing. "She was a g-gifted healer. In fact, she trained my s-sister when she was a sh-shaman trainee." The wolf didn't explain any further; it had been years since she had spoken of Buriedpaw. Instead, Bit offered the feline a soft smile. [b]"You're welcome to come a-and talk to me about your mo-mother at anytime. I'd love to share her story with you."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]GOT ANY CRUSHES? Expecting some type of shy admittance to romance, Blackjack's response to the question shocked Bitterblue to say the least. 'She... died.' The statement sent shivers down her spine; he had sounded so defeated. It was obvious that it was a delicate topic for the aviator. Not allowing any shock or pity to register on her face, Bitterblue respectively dipped her head, almost as if thanking the lion for his honesty. "I'm sorry," she said, uttering the practically useless words but genuinely meaning it. The girl was no stranger to loss.[/size]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE NODDED AT PAIGE, appreciation shimmering in her eyes as the feline offered to keep pressure on the wound as Splitsecond gathered the marigold and cobwebs. The wolf then shifted her gaze to Danse, noting that the canine seemed to have relaxed and was somewhat responsive to his environment. Ever so carefully setting his injured leg down, she shuffled closer to his head, her tail gently touching his side in what was meant to be a comforting gesture. "My name is Bitterblue," she murmured, "You're currently in HawkClan. My friends here are Splitsecond and Paige. We're going to take care of you." To be honest, Blue didn't know if the stranger could even process her words, but hey, you never know.

The girl lifted her head as Splitsecond approached with the marigold. Very good. Bitterblue nodded her head, pulling the herb closer to her. "Thank you. Okay, here we go." Pulling the petals off with her teeth, Bitterblue quickly chewed the herb into a poultice, her nose wrinkling at its strong taste. Seeing that Splitsecond had collected a sufficient amount of cobwebs, the wolf carefully removed the thoroughly blood-soaked bandage from Danse's shoulder. Working fast as to ensure minimal blood loss, she slathered the would with the chewed up herb before turning back to the apothecary trainee and carefully gathering the spider silk from her extended paw. Soon, the bullet wound was covered with the sturdy material, the poultice held in place and the gaping cut effectively sealed.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]PETER. BITTERBLUE HAD MET the RadicalClan leader once before when a small group of HawkClanners had made a voyage to the other's territory. The she-wolf dipped her ebony cranium, a smile on her maw. "Welcome to HawkClan, Peter. I h-hope all is well?" The girl took a seat, her eyes quickly roving over the goodies before returning to the goat. Oh yes, HawkClan would have great use for the herbs.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE TILTED HER head, her inquisitive gaze finding Monochrome's. "Of course I d-do. I have no reason to l-lie," she said, her voice kind as she turned to look at the drawing once more once more. "I've never s-seen a dragon before, but I've heard th-that they're fantastically powerful creatures. You must be proud of your f-family." The girl swished her tail, momentarily caught up in thought. Yes, a dragon was an extravagant beast, but Blue would hate to meet one on the battlefield.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]BITTERBLUE'S EARS PRICKED as she heard the aviator's call ring out. Hunting patrol? Man, it had been a long time since she had actually gone out hunting with a group. The large timber wolf rose from her bed, her fur still displaying the telltale signs of sleep as her plush coat stuck out at odd angles. A large yawn escaped her. Maybe it'll be fun... Leaving the warmth of her den behind, Bitterblue pushed herself out into the sun, the harsh light forcing her to squint. It seemed like a perfect day was in store for the clan. "I'll go wi-with you," the girl called, repressing a sneeze as she made her way over to Blackjack.

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