pafp Nothing critical ☏ Injury!

[Glitchpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Owie!" In a world where cats lost their lives every day in some of the most brutal fashions imaginable, one could argue it wasn't the end of the world to get a thorn stuck in your pad. To glitchkit, who only really knew clean floors and secure walls, this was the apocalypse. "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna DIE!" the little girl howled, hobbling after her brother, Radiotkit, whom she'd been chasing in a game of tag before falling to her fatal injury. Stinging, aching, burning pain rose from her paw pad as she plopped onto her rump, trembling as she gingerly held up the injured limb. She was too scared to look! "Is it bad? Radio? Am I bleeding to death?" the little one whimpers, covering her eyes with her free paw as she holds her injured one as far away from her. She didn't want to look!

@Radiokit

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☏ Glitchkit
  ☏ DFAB— She/Her
  ☏ 3 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☏ Daughter to Statichaze, sister to Radiokit
  ☏ Skyclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☏Physically worm | mentally tadpole
  ☏ Attack in bold #3a3a3a
  injuries: None currently

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[Radiopaw]

"wild hearts run"​

Radiokit giggled and bounced away from his sister. Tag was one of his favorites. He loved the rush of almost getting caught! (which might prove to get him in some trouble later on.) He was just about to pull the sickest move on her when she shouted out in pain. Radio was miffed. The game was just getting good! Begrudgingly, he dragged his feet to get a closer look. His sister, however much he loved her, was a known drama queen. Upon inspection, there was indeed a small object sticking out of her paw pad. This time, with a thorn in the mix, at least she was partially justified. "You're fineeee," he drawled, sitting back on his haunches. "Do ya wanna go see Fireflypaw?" he added. ​

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[Chickbloom]

Eggshellbloom was no medicine cat. And despite his pacifist (read: cowardly) personality, the boy would undoubtedly make a horrible doctor. With an anxious mind so used to assuming the worst, it was no wonder that a scrambled-egg pelt practically shot forwards when folded ears picked up on Glitchkit’s wails.

“Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no-“ Eggshell muttered, reaching the duo just in time to be of absolutely zero use to anyone. Amber eyes flicked to and fro, taking in the carnage. Radiokit’s relaxed demeanor just made the impending tragedy even more heartbreaking. Brushing off his sister’s injuries until they proved to be her end, it was certainly (not) possible.

“You s-should see Fireflypaw” The coward commanded despite his voice lacking any authority. “It - It could get infected, t-then the infection could - y’know - it could get worse. Then y-you could lose the use of your paw, or even d-die” The whining voice grew quicker and more hysterical as the hypothetical dragged on, convincing himself that Glitchkit was practically dead already. Tears rimmed amber eyes as the skittish Scottish Fold felt tremendous sorrow for the kit, her life cut so short.​