The Hurt

Very short prologue of the thing
There it was.

My wounds.

The hurt patient
I tried to uh, cover my wounds.

Flapping my flippers and seeing the icicles cut into my fur. Members laughed at me so hard they fell.

My dead protector, Sparkle Cleveriguana (aka. Shiny Wolf) wasn't even there to protect me from that group of smelly members. They were all in a group called 'Non-members are B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!!' I hate to see a single member in that group. Except...except...my friend was in that group.

I liked to see him. His name was officially Speedy, or Quick Goofyhollow.

But let's move on.

All the non-members giggled. A llama who was screaming "HOTEL AT MY DEN!!!! PLZ COME PLZ!!!!!!" suddenly said to me "Omg. A nonmember. BAN HER!!!!"

I gulped. I tried to run away, but I tripped. My heart beat faster...

And faster...

And faster.

I yelled and screamed at the llama, but it was no use. But I got an idea. I could scream in her ear.

So I did. It worked, the llama was terrified, and you know. I went to my den

Panting in my empty Small House, I quickly locked the den but I saw another Jammer that was coming to me.

"W-what?"

They seemed to be friendly. The Jammer replied, "I'm here to help you."

"Uhhhhh..." My head was sweating. "Okay." The sweating stopped, and I put my flipper in their hooves.

I stood up and the giraffe held up some tweezers. "Aaah! No!" I said.

"Sorry, but we have to." replied the giraffe. "If you wanna get healed, we have to get the icicles out first."

"Fine...but isn't there any other method?" I asked.

"Sorry, but no, every method to this first is getting the icicles out," the giraffe made an upside-down smile.

"Oh, fine." I replied.

I did the sweaty thing again.

After the icicles were out, the giraffe bandages on me. "Now you're ready to go," he smiled.

Very short prologue of the thing
The war was terrible.

Really terrible.

The hurt patient
I sat in my bed feeling sick.

"Bleh."

I had to eat 'purple soup', which is an important item when you're in a war.

Every solider had to eat it.

I also ate veggies, which were good.

Growling, I almost died of my wounds.

I couldn't let the non-members win.

My head fell. The pillow bounced and feathers came among me, I ruffled my feathers too.

My wounds were almost healed, and my mother said "Sweetie! Not yet!"

I didn't listen to her. I stood up and got ready for battle.

I fought every non-member, one by one. I got, like five wounds currently. I got two more.

After I got those wounds, I went back to the tent and panted. I tried to smile, but Mom looked upset.

She grabbed me and shaked me, trying to say something.

Nothing came of her voice, then she was shot by a monkey. "Hey! You'll regret this!" I shook my wing and flew after him.

He was the leader of the non-members. Double guns, all that leader stuff...

Yeeeeeah. Moving on.

Later, I got too many wounds and fainted. A few non-members laughed.

The hospital took me to the hospital and healed me. I had to stay there for a while, but it was fine.

Just then, after I got wounds again, a group called "Hospitility" tried to heal me. Instead, they used shots all over.

"Ouch! Ouch!" I kept screaming.

Blood dripped. I growled and fought them.

It worked. I smiled and went back to war.

Very short prologue of the thing
Ouch.

Why did I do this on purpose.

The hurt patient
I wondered what it was like to get out of Jamaa. So I joined AJSC, which was 'Animal Jam Space Center".

First of all, I did many space activites and learning.

After, I explored. (we're getting to it to already :o)

W.I.P