@elementgirl18917, Cat doesn't have leukemia, she just got really hurt in a fight.

Cat~

Iris wheeled her chair up next to the bed. She was about to speak when another girl came in, she too was in a wheelchair.

"Hello," I mutter. I try to speak clearly but my battered lungs are not up to the task. It came out sounding like "hlluh"

Chatter says turn! Another real word! 

Amazon~

I was lying in my bed looking at the ceiling, counting how many tiles there were. I wanted to get out of my bed so badly, but I just had one of the worst seizures I had, but I wanted out of the bad sooooo badly. But, also the down side of wanting to get out of my bed is that they didn't let me and also I was in to much pain to get up. They put shots into me and pills. My voice was croaky. "Okay sweety, hold still," a nuse said as she put a shot in me. I was used to it but today I just didn't feel like staying still. Finally they took a blood test, I don't know why they didn't before Because they do it the first. "Lemme see it, " The same nurse said. "Okay, now be quiet!" The Dr. Miller said. "Oh my gosh! She has--" "What do I have?" I asked. "Nothing, nonthing," she smiled, but it looked like she was faking.

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I have to go, famliy vacation.  

Imma touch on the topics of the wars for a second. I think Indigo does it better though, so check out her explanation on page 4.

Warrior Cat Wars: I wasn't here for this war, however I think what happened was there was too many warrior cat rps on Blab about Books, so the admins stopped allowing people to make them, though the original ones where allowed to stay. I think they were allowed on Puddings Place, but it soon died out.

Nostalgia War(This can also be called the Oldies Vs. Newbies war, however that term is quite rude): There was a huge wave of people from Crowd Sorcery(Something kinda like Kyngdom, which sorda led to Kyngdom), such as myself. It became so crowded and fast paced that the oldies started leaving, and some people started blaming the newbies for it(I even blamed newbies myself, despite being a newbie back then). We also started putting names on ourselves, such as middlie and oldie and newbie. It worked out in the end, though a lot of oldies where still lost. This one I'm most familiar with.

The AE War: Pretty much too many AEs, and we decided to keep them on specific threads. This isn't really followed anymore, though it's still contained and everyone's alright about it.

The Second AE War: People were arguing about how AEs should be like and how many AEs people should have. It died out though there wasn't much of a solution to it, mainly just be unique and don't overload the place with AEs.

I don't know anything about the other wars after this :P 

There were some tiny wars after and around the time of the second AE war, like a war deciding whether Down to Earth should have so many threads about their personal life. 

Also, a History on AEs:

The first two AEs were Brookeira's, Masked Piester, and Winter Firefly's, BLASTER!. My AE Squeak was also technically the third but I sorda pretended he was my brother for a while BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT. There weren't many AEs at this point, and they didn't use the bold and italic fonts. The growth of AEs started slow, however after a while it started to explode. In response, the ski resort murder stories allowed them into the story. Then the AE wars happened. The growth of AEs didn't stop, though they were contained. After the second AE war(Or maybe around that time) AE crush threads started to form. And that's pretty much what it is right now. 

Oh, shoot, that post I just created on the Hospital Rp was meant for the Ultimate Guide to the CB on Chirp at Cricket. Sorry Admins!

Here's my next installment:

~Liam

It's evening. Not much going on. I didn't even feel like watching tv.  I lay in my bed, propped up with pillows, throwing a small blue ball into the air and then catching it. "Dinnner's late." I commented to the air.  I heard the familiar rumble of a wheelchair in the hall. 

He felt a pang of hunger in his stomach.  He stood up and crossed the floor to the door, opened it, and went out.  He was about to go to the food court, but paused to let a new patient go by. The girl in the wheelchair didn't look to bad, compared to other the other girl that came this morning. She didn't look up at me, but her brother who was pushing her grinned nervously as they passed. Artemis nodded for me to move along. So I did. I ran down to the food court and got some dinner. 

Sure, why not?

Name: Noah Schlonnen (male)

Age: 10

Appearance: one blue eye, one brown eye,  straight teeth, short, brown hair with blonde highlights, small nose, wears glasses, ridiculously pale.

Personality: Loud, serious, cowardly, loves to draw, absent-minded, weird, takes a lot of things personally, wishes her disorder weren't so awful to her, smart, but doesn't like to show it.

Condition: High Functioning Anxiety 

Time in hospital: 3 months (yeah he had a panic attack that almost stopped her heart)

Friends: Anyone Inktail wants

Crush: Someone but I didn't read comments so Inktail can choose this based on personality (he likes people that have personalities similar to his own)

Thanks!

Cll=====> Lucy Berkling, signing OUT! 

~Molly

That Was a strange dream. Cat OBVIOUSLY doesn't have leukemia. 

~Carrie

 I spotted Liam trotting into the cafeteria. I waved him over to my table. I smiled at him, he grinned back. She had met Liam the first day he had come to the hospital, a little over a week ago. They had instantly beckme friends. Which was weird because, as he told her later, Liam doesn't usually like nurses or doctors or dentists, for that matter.

There weren't any assigned tables but there were definitely cliques around. A posse of friends here, a small group of nurses there, a bunch of doctors discussing treatments. Then there were patients and visitors alike sitting randomly at the tables. Liam, all the way at the other end of the room, sprinted over to Carrie. He sat down, panting. "Hungry?" I asked him, knowing the answer. 

Liam rolled his eyes. "How'd you know?"

"Yeah, there seems to be a delay in the kitchens, dinner will be served any minute now."

"Kay," Liam looked around, taking inventory of who was there. I observed the odd "lost" look the new patients always have in his eyes. They were wide and watching. Like a spectator being washed away with the crowd.

"Wanna play checkers?"

His expression seemed to cheer up. He ran off to get the board an pieces. He came back and quickly set up the game, and soon they were playing. "Did you see the new patients?"

"I saw one. She looked a total mess, poor girl. But I don't know who else you're talking about." 

Liam moved one if his black pieces. "Yeah, I saw her with her brother and Artemis in the Pediatric Oncology Inpatient Unit."

"Quite a mouthful. We need an acronym for that."

Liam nodded.  "POIU. Sounds liks poi-ew."

Carrie laughed. "Yes, it does." She nodded. "I'll have to talk to Artemis about that."

There was a commotion at the front of the room that interrupted their conversation. Someone was banging a spoon against glass. One of the cooks from the kitchen had come out and said, "Soups up!"

"Yay! Dinner time!" Liam was literally first in line. Carrie shook her head, smiling. I love my job.  

Anyone there? I'll write later today.

P.S. question for the moderators. What's with all the "topping"? 

People  say  top  to  bring  a  thread  from  a  back  to  a  front  page .

Admin   

Name: Mary Kate Hallbridge

Age (between 6-14): 12

Appearance: Jet black hair, almond shaped green eyes, calm complexion, straight teeth, hospital clothes and slippers

Personality: She is a worrier, over emotional, and very smart, tomboy

Condition: Epilepsy(look it up)

Amount of Time in Hospital(opt.): Seven Months

Friends: Three Wanted

Crushes: Ew! Boys? (Her reaction, not mine)

Name: Valerie Mendoza

Age: 10

Appearence: Cute, long red hair, lots of freckles, pale skin, pink hospital gown 

Personality: Shy, sensitive, sympathetic, reserved

Condition: Leukemia

Amount of Time in Hospital: 3Years

Friends: None Wanted 

Crushes: Secretly, one

Name: Owen Handel

Age: 10

Appearence: Shaggy, brown hair, green eyes, blue hospital gown

Personality: Easily impressed, smart, cautious, testy (sometimes)

Condition: Cerebral Palsy

Amount of Time in Hospital: One Month, after his legs completly failed in his training 

Friends:None Wanted, not at the haospital at least

Crushes: One 

~Mary Kate

I looked around the bland room as if I would find something appealing to me...the breakfast I had sitting on the table in front of me wasn't the greatest sight. I had just had a seizure last night, and wasn't feeling too great. It was hard to feel good sitting in a bland room with chunky applesauce and tasteless milk in front of me. I wish I could go home to my colorful room, with my parents and brothers. But with all the seizures I've been having, it is hard to get myself to the bathroom without having one. Most of them are triggered by bright lights, so my curtains are always closed, lights are always off, and I have barely any connection to the putside world. It would be great to have some other people around me...but there is a problem. Most of them are always sick, or fainting, or throwing up or something like that. But what else canyou expect from a hospital? Just then, a nurse rolled in and took some weird X-Ray and then stared at me. She grinned and walked out of the room. A few moments later, a girl with red hair and lots of freckles was rolled in by the nurse on a wheelchair.  The girl looked at the nurse adn shook her head, but the nurse walked out. She shrugged, and looked around the room as if something in here was new to her. Nope. All the rooms look the same.

"Not gonna find anything interesting in here, sorry." I said.

"Oh I know, I just hope sometimes." she said. I laughed. She glanced at me, and  I noticed her unreasonably pale skin.

"So...are you going to get out of the hospital soon?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No... I may only live for another three months." she explained. I started to feel guilty, she would die soon... 

~Valerie

I don't really like to be reminded of my death to come, but it will happen eventually. This is why I don't want friends. Everyone thinks it isn't good to be lonely. Well I'm fine with it. I honestly would rather be distracted by myself than by others. This nurse who usually gives me my morning chemo wheeled me into some girl's room. Yes. She was the one who reminded me of my death. Its a sensitive subject. Of course she didn't have any idea, but it still alarms me. Everytime I hear the word death, a surge of heart beats go through my body. Do you know what I mean? I basically start to panic whenever I hear the word. I won't even think of it myself. I'll just call it, "The Word". Anyway, today was a fine morning. I reacted pretty well to my chemo, mostly I don't, but I didn't want it ruined my reminiscing death. (I may be ten, but I'm smart for my age.) I tried to signal to the nurse that I didn't want to be in here. I tried shaking my head no, but she walked out. I was trying to be nice. I didn't want to say what I'd been thinking, which was, "No lady! Get me out of here! Do you care about my emotional health?" I think that might have been just a LITTLE offensive to the girl. Yes. The girl. I don't even know her name. Thats how much I care. 

Okay, so maybe I'm bit rude. But ever since I've been in the drab hospital, I haven't been myself. And then the announcment. I found out that I'd "The Word". And that was not something I wanted to do.