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I mean if it's not first come first serve or if you're okay with 2 or whatever this sounds pretty sweet, so if you want Eggie could teach him what he knows about medic training? He doesn't know everything of course since he's just a trainee but he's learned a lot he can teach 2d. Plus it's always good to have more people who know medicine around anyway
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tags - The voice of his beloved Witchpaw stole Eggpaw's attention away from his thoughts, and the cream colored tabby immediately turned his head, fighting to keep tears out of his emerald green eyes. It was Witchpaw! His first instinct was to rush over to him and just hug him and cry, but instead he kept his reaction watered down, stepping quickly towards Witchpaw while still refusing to show excessive emotion. Apparently Eggie's yelling had been alarming to his clanmates.. The medic trainee didn't know what he expected before, of course they would notice that! He nodded hastily when asked if he was okay- well, he was okay enough. The mirror didn't cut him or anything. His father died and a piece of shit birdbrain just made fun of him for it, though, so it was less of a black or white 'okay'. "
Y-yeah, I'm okay, Witchy... Can you.. read it? I guess, yeah, if you want." Why did he agree to that? It wasn't like he was doing Witchpaw or himself any favors. Maybe he was just searching for sympathy. That was a shitty reason to drag his boyfriend into his personal issue, though.
It looked like Fadingmoon also heard the commotion, too, but this time not his yelling. No, the broken glass had caught her attention, and now it had caught Eggpaw's attention as well. The fact that he had just smashed the mirror was nothing compared to the news he just recieved, but even if it was just an object he was still upset by this. That was a gift to him, and now it was broken. "
No. There was no accident. Sorry if I startled either of you.." Throwing a mirror was basically the opposite of an accident.
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tags - The knights of Eden? Well, Eggpaw knew virtually nothing about them, so he could hardly say he cared about them all that personally. Maybe it was just another small group. He had to sympathize with the small groups that were being dropped to neutrals by Blizzardclan- they had nothing to offer and so they were thrown out, vulnerable to attacks from vicious anti-clans. It was just the way politics worked, though. "
Noted."
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tags - //mobile
He had never really interacted with Pierce much, now that he thought about it, until a little bit recently. At the pride month face painting and now here, he was seeing the vice leaders true colors for the first time he could remember, and he had to say the red fox was a very nice person. It was great to have people in the clan being happy and having lots of fun events, and there was never too much joy to go around, in Eggy's opinion.
Cream colored tail flicking, the medic apprentice grinned to Pierce as he approached. The smell was delicious, and he glanced down at the cookies. Yum, shortbread! The little kind messages on the top were adorable, so much so that one might almost feel bad for eating something so sweet and innocent.. Almost. "
These look really good, and the messages on the top are really nice! Can I take one?"
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tags - Woah- the lady currently announcing their meeting was not the same lady he usually saw up there, and for a moment Eggy was worried that it was some sort of takeover. However, that couldn't
not be Sweetophelia! Blizzardclan's magic was some thing he had gotten used to by now, but seeing their leader in a whole new body seemed so strange.
Considering the meeting itself, though... What was going on? This felt like it had been mere days since their last meeting. Was it really a week? Either time moved fast or their meetings were getting more frequent. Either way, he stuck around so he could listen for the next set of announcements, not piping up even to say he had noted it as if he was still shell-shocked from yesterday's events.
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Oo, yes please to the thread!
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tags - //mobile
Elliott Clements was sure he would be late today, but it looked like school hadn't started yet. The junior was hurried as he grabbed his backpack and practically leaped out of his sleek black car after driving himself to the high school. He had gotten his learner's permit as soon as he was able, nearly two years ago, out of necessity- the foreign exchange student had a private apartment by himself instead of a host family, so he needed to have a way to get around.
Walking through the large entrance doors, the junior made his way over to his locker first to put his stuff away first. While he did love socialization and was kinda sorta popular in the school, his kind of popular was just being friendly acquaintances. He wasn't best friends with everyone, but he knew he was on good terms with most people, and anyone else was just a grump. Stopping at his locker he opened it, looking briefly into the small mirror on the side. Elliot was tall, a little too tall in his own opinion, with broad shoulders and dirty blond hair that was shortish, but looked like he was overdue a haircut by a while. He ran his fingers through his hair to fix it, finished up at his locker, and turned around to glance at one of the posters the ASB team made for the school prom. It wasn't that far off now- he knew who he wanted to go with, now they just had to actually establish they were going together. He wanted to ask his boyfriend William, but everyone had set such high expectations for 'promprosals' that he wasn't sure what to do.
Oh- and speaking of his boyfriend! Elliott spotted the other junior in the hallway and walked over casually, greeting him with a genuine grin. "
Good morning, Willie!"
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tags - While he wasn't well acquainted with the French leopard, Eggpaw knew that he was engaged to Iselotta, and he knew that if his mentor liked the mysterious man then he couldn't be that bad. The medic trainee stumbled over, usual cheeriness unusually quieted- in fact, his eyes had a strange spaced-out look, and they had for a few days now. Still, the Norwegian forest cat looked at Alastor and offered him a nod. "I guess I know you, but not that well, so hi. I'm Eggpaw."
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tags - //mobile
Eggpaw was no stranger to fatigue, especially recently. He did most of his work at night, whatever that work may be. It was a little damaging considering how he woke up early every day and had important work sometimes, but he always got enough sleep to stay attentive in the morning, and never fell over just from exhaustion. He was walking through camp, distracted from his surroundings by the urgency of his destination, when the loud sound of something large slamming against the ground caught his attention. Turning, he spotted Harrison and gasped quietly, running to reach the huge horse and stopping by his collapsed body. Eggpaw could see Imperia was already there, and was trying to put him in a more comfortable position, but then tried to put a pillow under his head- oh, shit, wait. He hurried over, checked Harrison's pulse for a heartbeat, and tried to gently put a paw in front of her to stop her before she could give him a pillow. "Sorry, ah, we're not really supposed to do that. He should wake up soon- it'll be unusual if it takes longer than a few minutes. Did you see what made him lose consciousness?" Just looking at the horse let him know that Harrison was visibly exhausted, but there still could have been a more serious reason. To be honest the trainee wasn't exactly sure what he needed to do right now, especially if the horse stayed unconscious for longer than five or ten minutes. They couldn't really move a horse to the medic den, either.
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The medic apprentice felt a jolt of surprise run through him when the scream ripped through the air- frick. He nodded his head at the kid, failing at thinking of ways to be reassuring. His mind was blanked out, and poor Jacob was making this worse. However, this was the kid's father, and Eggpaw still vividly remembered how he felt when his own father died. Honestly, the kid was just lucky there were medics to actually try to help the horse here. He shooshed him softly, still sounding somewhat detached from reality. "Hey.. hey, it's okay, Jacob. He's not going to leave you. He's just asleep, he'll be okay. We should get Iselotta over here, too. Lottie?" He yelled the last part loud enough so she would be able to hear from far off, if she wasn't nearby. He kinda needed help, since he didn't know if this was actually that dangerous of a condition and didn't want to leave him without treatment.
// ISELOTTA
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tags - Eggpaw didn't know much about western themes.. and when he said he didn't know much, he seriously meant it. The boy lived in France for most of his life, so he only knew what any of that was because of cowboy stereotype characters in fiction books. While the boy was in no mental condition to go to any parties- he couldn't go ten seconds without getting preoccupied staring at nothingness, would lose his own feet if they weren't attached to him, and couldn't remember a damn thing he'd done within the past hour and beyond- Eggpaw knew it had been hosted by his love, so it would be worth it even if he accidentally forgot where his ears went or something. He padded over to the setup, looking around- oh, meh. A bunch of Hawkclanners? He didn't really feel like talking to strangers right now. Maybe later. Instead the healer made his way over to where the extra cowboy hats were and placed one on his head, then sauntered over to Witchpaw, grinning in his direction. "Howdy, handsome. You really did a good job with the party, it looks awesome!"
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Dinner time!
The call that dinner was ready was familiar to him, but so surprising. The voice came from a total stranger, but from his seat in the medic hut he could hear her motherly tone and it was like deja vu. Eggpaw hadn't had a structured family-like meal in about 3 months, when he was only 6 months old and living with his family- here he just grabbed some food from the pile when he felt hungry, and some days he was so preoccupied he didn't even eat. Peeking his head out from the hut, the cream colored longhaired feline looked at the small kangaroo and.. others. That was a lot of kids. Were those wolves even Blizzardclanners?! The medic trainee shuffled over apprehensively, unsure if he was welcome, and greeted the kangaroo with a smile. "Hello, Madame. Can I have some too? Oh, I can help cook too, if you still need some help!" He was a rather good chef, or at least he had been the last time he cooked. It had been a while, but he knew he could pick it back up again easily.
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tags - He was silent for a moment as volunteers were requested, since he couldn't currently think of any truths about himself or a convincing lie. However, the boy turned as Sweetophelia spoke up, pausing to think. "Oh, uh.. I guess, alright! So, umm, what about.. One, I was friends with a shark cat. Two, I'm allergic to eggs. Three, I have 4 siblings." It was kind of boring, but he was having trouble thinking of anything.
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The medic trainee walked quickly to catch up to the other two medic, stopping to stand beside Lottie and look down at the Blizzardclanner corgi. Eggpaw was sure he had never actually met this canine before, but maybe he had seen him around once or twice. He nodded as he listened to the explanation of his symptoms, a small frown forming. Unexplained hunger, strange cravings, throwing up in the morning.. He knew what this sounded like. The feline would start off with smaller questions, since while he had his suspicions there were many other possibilities. "Hmm.. What what kind of weird stuff? Oh, and have you noticed any weight changes, like gaining weight at an unusual rate?"
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tags - Hoo boy. That was the answer he had been expecting, and the healer shuffled his paws nervously, not exactly sure how to tell the canine his most likely diagnosis. Well, glancing over to Iselotta, it looked like she was going to let him handle this by himself. That was good and bad, in a way, since he was nervous about a possible reaction, but being able to actually diagnose people by himself might give him experience in being a real independent medic. He tried to sound reassuring as the pregnant corgi began freaking out, convinced he was going to die. "Please, calm down. It's alright, you aren't dying. You aren't even sick, really- um, well. It sounds like pregnancy with your symptoms. Dog pregnancy lasts around... uh, three months, so if you know when they were conceived then we can get a good idea of when you're due and how far along you are."
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tags - Two guesses had come from the crowd, and Eggpaw nodded idly, thinking about his choices again. Obviously anyone who had been around for his joining would probably have met Coralpaw, so that would be the easiest- the others were unfortunately 50/50, since the medic trainee rarely talked about little facts about himself like this. They never really came up in conversation, and they probably still wouldn't if he tried to actively have conversations. "Sweetophelia was right- I only have three siblings, not four." Meaning, yes, he was allergic to eggs. Cruel irony strikes again. "So does that mean you go next, Sweetophelia?" He wasn't really sure, since last time there had been volunteering but he had ended up going only because he guessed right.
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TAGS☆ - Eggpaw knew Blizzardclan was supposed to be the fastest clan and all, but this seemed a little excessive. What had it been, like.. three days? It felt like the last meeting had barely even ended. However, the exhausted medic trainee padded up to the meeting anyways, sitting down as soon as he could so he wouldn't need to stay standing much longer. He wasn't feeling too good, but since he had yet to recognize any physical sicknesses in himself the boy would just wait and endure the meeting.
