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"May I help you?" The egyptian canine murmured as he walked over, his forked tail lightly flickering behind him. He knew nothing about Los Santos and had no idea they were once the Tribe of Burning Eclipse, a name that suited them much better then their current one. Whitepaw seated himself nearby, but kept his distance because he cherished personal space. "I honestly suggest that you leave. We are currently on lockdown due to a sickness going around. No one is allowed in or out, it's unsafe."
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"No one in and no one out. That applies to you as well, Amaya" Whitepaw murmured, fully agreeing with Sango. Why was it so hard to follow the rules? He was being nothing but polite, but his frazzled nerves were running thin. He couldn't believe how easily some seemed to disobey their leader. "You're friend must leave, there is no debating this. It is unsafe especially with a disease we have no cure for or any idea of what it actually is." The Sha mused, his gaze narrowed ever so slightly. -
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"Yes, yes, you can help if you wish." Whitepaw murmured toward his sibling, attempting to nudge them slightly so she knew exactly where he was. He turned his gaze to their father, frowning slightly at the Grandmaster. "Alright, thank you." -
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"Gather for weekly tasks!" Whitepaw called as he appeared within the clearing. Usually he'd have jumped onto higher ground, but he wasn't sure if his blind sibling would be able to since she was helping him with the tasks this week. The Sha seated himself and slowly glanced around to watch as his clanmates began to gather. "Fayina and I will both be handing out tasks." -
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"MOVE!" Came Whitepaw's distressed yowl as he darted over and merely pushed himself passed everyone in order to reach Luca. Had he really just heard someone ask 'what do we do'? They had to be kidding him! "L-Luca don't you dare close your eyes. Do you hear me? Don't you dare!" The Sha hybrid rasped, his mint hues raking over his injured friend. He wanted to shove Gardenpaw away from Luca and handle the wounds himself, and it took just about every ounce of his willpower just to stand there to keep Luca awake.Ignoring just about everyone there, the Disciple moved to add pressure to the feline's bleeding wounds in hopes of slowing or even stopping the bleeding. It wouldn't be enough, but it would do since the wounds needed to be cleaned out first.After a few moments a brief puff of air slipped passed Whitepaw's lips in the form of a sigh, finalizing his decision. "I don't care who does it, but one of you get water and cloth bandages. His wounds need to be cleaned and using something other than cobwebs will stop the bleeding faster." Came his usual empty voice which was now laced with his normal composer. He hoped the others would get the message and quickly gather what he'd requested before he lost his composer again and snapped at one of them.
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"I am calm, you're cussing is invalid and unappreciated." Came Whitepaw's empty response while keeping his gaze on Luca, relieved to see his friend was still alive. "Does it look like I am adding pressure to the same area as you are? No, that is not the only area where Luca is bleeding as I am pressed onto the other claw marks, thank you." The Sha mused with the same lack of emotions in his response, honestly was this person blind? No, of course not, that would be an insult to Whitepaw's sibling. The Disciple moved his gaze over to Luca's broken leg as a slight huff slipped passed his lips, knowing it needed to be supported with a brace, but the wounds needed tending to first. "I do not sound angry either, do not assume. Anyway, I also need strong pieces of wood that can be used to make a brace. So whoever goes to get water and such like asked, please grab that as well. Oh if only I knew how to properly use my conjuring ability." -
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"No, there is no blood in his throat, he was simply trying to speak again. Bad idea Luca." Whitepaw murmured, answering only one of Khorne's statements while ignoring just about eveything else she had said to him. She was not his concern as of now. The Sha hybrid lashed his tail slightly and aimed to carefully pat Luca on the head, he was concerned for his friend despite his sudden lack of physical emotions. "You're cussing needs to stop, you're upsetting Luca." The Disciple murmured toward Gardenpaw, that being the only real attention he chose to give the male and simply moved slightly as his friend's wounds were finally cleaned and being bandaged.He paid Gardenpaw's orders no mind since he didn't feel a need to be told how to do something that he already had full knowledge of, but graciously took the bark and bindweed and fastened it around Luca's broken leg. You'll be alright.. Whitepaw murmured telepathically to his friend, now allowing a concerned frown to appear on his lips. "Get me some more of those gauze and cloth bandages, please. I do not want the bark to cause any unwanted cuts or discomfort. Might as well do it right." White mused, turning his head slightly so he could see when he was given the items. Hearing Khorne's question of Luca's family, the Sha sighed a little. "In a way, I am his only family here."
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Whitepaw sat tucked away within his hiding place inside the hollowed out part of a giant old tree, books and herbs surrounding him while his face was buried in one of the old books. The only thing that could be seen was his long, forked tail sticking from the opening and the shadows on his tail tips violently flickering as he was lost in thought. He had collected a bunch of roman gothic remedy books, having been spending most of his time trying to help with this illness in some way. Two mason jars were placed beside him one in which was filled with a liquid he'd made after smashing together a bunch of herbs. He was currently working on another mixture, a bowl placed in front of him with a few things such as poppy seeds, mint, and marigold being smashed together. Maybe one of these mixtures would do something. -
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"Enough!" Whitepaw rasped dryly, turning his gaze to Khorne. "I will not stand here and continue to argue with you. I am your superior and I am a medic. You want to know how I know it's upsetting him? His ears flattened and I've been around him longer than you have. He dislikes torture, dislikes cussing, and dislikes seeing prisoners kept in cages." Whitepaw snapped, his mint gaze narrowed onto the female. He'd had just about enough of her attitude and he was no longer standing for it. "His leg is already set since I did it while placing the bark and the bindweed which helped pull it into place as well. I need the gauze to help keep the bark from cutting into his skin and the cloth to add more support. Now either do as I have asked or leave because you're the one not helping. Enough with the arguing with me." -
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Too much was going on and he had started to become stressed from it, or was it just his lack of eating? When was the last time he'd eaten something? Hm, he couldn't seem to remember. Whitepaw was rather thin and underfed, easily noted by the way his ribs shown through his thin flesh. He didn't feel a need to eat, the thought of it stressed him farther and made his stomach twist with discomfort. Stop thinking about it... The smell isn't helping your unstable health. Whitepaw scolded himself as he walked through the rain forest, coming to a stop an sitting near a small body of water. His mint gaze trailed over the clean fluid, a dazed expression plastered on his face."Whitepaw, are you alright...?" Came the silent whispers of the spirits that always followed him around, clear concern in their decade old voices. The Sha hybrid glanced up slowly, the shadows on his body flickering and moving around the necklaces around his neck. "I'm fine. Do not worry." The spiritual guardian murmured in response, doing his best to sound confident toward the souls he lived to protect. Of course his reply did not ease the ghost's minds and they swarmed closer to the child. "We m....must protect you n.....now.." They cooed.
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AND MY MUSE WAS DRUNKNodding, Whitepaw turned and continued out of camp while keeping his pace slow since his legs were longer than Luca's. "The smell has been getting worse and everyone seemed to be getting sick." He murmured as he weaved through a few vines. He was quite concerned about the rest of the clan, afraid that they'd be wiped out or something similar. He tried not to think about it, but it was a little hard. "Let's not get to close to the sinkhole, I'm not sure it'd be a good idea to go inside it." The Sha mused, stopping for a moment to look around him.
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Aw. Whitepaw actually liked Monroe. The Sha walked over and stood near his father and Sango, a frown on his face. His mint luminaries trailed over the scratches the female had left on herself, concern flashing in his soft gaze. "We should put herbs on her wounds first, Calli." Whitepaw spoke up while only taking one step forward. Flexing his paw and moving it away as a few herb plants grew from the ground. "Do you know which to use, or would you like me to show you?" She was going a good cleaning job so maybe she knew some healing too. -
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Whitepaw flexed his claws and sucked in a breath, doing his best to ignore both Khorne and Henri. His mint gaze fell onto Luca, frowning again especially when he heard the male try to speak. "Yes Luca.. Now hush." He murmured, sighing heavily while moving to check his friend's head. "You said he strained, yes? Most likely because of his lack of strength which will soon improve. Does your head feel fuzzy at all, Luci? Nod if yes, if no then just don't move at all." The Sha mused, tilting his own head to the side."We should get him back to camp just... carefully. There might be something wrong with his head like a concussion so let's not do too much more head movement. Um, G-Gardenpaw can you conjure up a flat board o-or something for us to slid Luca onto?" Ug, he wished he could do it himself, but he didn't have control over that power yet.
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the pub is gr8 from what my muse said lmao"Y-Yeah, and hopefully those that already are don't get worse." Whitepaw murmured before moving forward again. The smell was getting worse and he was half ready to turn around, but he forced himself forward. He stopped along the outskirt of the boneyard, gaze trailing over the massive hole in front of them. It seemed a bit more scary now that they were standing in front of it. "I don't think it got any bigger."
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Whitepaw's fur bristled at the idea of Luca being carried away by crows which seemed like a worse idea than the his flat board one, which he had no emotional strength to continue explaining on. Glancing over at Gardenpaw who was now some horse thing, he let out a shaky breath. "T-That's a better idea t-then the crow one." The hybrid murmured, moving to carefully support Luca's head before glancing at Khorne. "Help me lift him." -
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Whitepaw had been so focused on what he was doing that the sound of his brother's voice startled him a bit, causing him to jump and spin around. "Oh, it's you, Brother." The Sha let out a relieved breath before turning to see Gordon and Radio show up. "Uh, y-yeah. I'm trying to think of something. I don't know if any of these work though." He mused, basically answering all three of them at once. "Y-Yes, I'll go with you, Father." -
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Ah good, Fayina had finally shown up. He hadn't wanted to start without them since it wasn't his first time holding the weekly tasks. He touched his nose to her shoulder to assure her it was indeed him who she's touched, and silently listened as she handed out the tasks. Hm, it had been a lot, maybe he should have taken a few before they appeared. Oh well. The Sha glanced over at Hersheypaw, "You can check on the sick in the tunnels. Take them water and food, but do not go without a mask to protect yourself." He mused. -
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"Silent, Gordon. Father has already made his decision. She is to leave, now." Whitepaw murmured as he came to stand beside Candypaw in a protective manner. The Sha was aware of the beating his sibling had received and he wanted this RiverClanner gone before he did it himself. -
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