- Jan 7, 2024
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I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — The last couple of weeks had been difficult for Swiftfire, and not just for the obvious reasons. The rogues and the deaths - or potentially just one death, and one disappearance - had clearly been plaguing her mind frequently, but that wasn't all she had to worry about. Recently her mood had been different, with dizzy spells striking her seemingly at random as her body loudly found some way to let her know that it was displeased with her. At first she had thought it was merely the blow to the head that she had taken during the seemingly final rogue battle. It made perfect sense to her that such a thing would make her disoriented, and while she didn't know enough medically to say for sure, surely such a thing could mess with your moods too, couldn't it?
But then came the lapses in her appetite.
They were always only brief, sudden episodes of nausea or simply nothingness that hit her as she approached the freshkill pile, with a normally delicious looking piece of fish suddenly being completely undesirable to her. It didn't make any kind of sense, and while she had initially thought it might be another side effect of her head being knocked around - until it just simply didn't fade. Her condition didn't change at all, not even when she'd been forced into checking in with Moonpaw. The worst part though - at least in Swiftfire's eyes - was that even though her appetite kept fluctuating wildly, she kept putting on weight. The former colonist was far from huge or outgrowing her own paws, but there was just that tiniest bit of added chub that couldn't simply be explained away as fluff. At least it didn't seem like she was the only one, considering everyone was eager to regain the weight that they had lost during leafbare's harshness.
Today was when she finally seemed to connect the dots, sprawled out near the warriors' den following an early morning patrol. She had been grooming herself, carefully licking down her half colorful pelt when her nose brushed up against her stomach. The fat there initially caused her to recoil, a huff of aggravation leaving her nose before she paused. The dizziness. Her appetite. Her moods. Her stomach. Once again the world twisted and turned wildly around her, only this time it wasn't because of a strike to the head or the concussion that had come afterwards. This time it was shock, one of Swiftfire's paws slowly trailing down to her own stomach to poke lightly at the fluff there. "Oh. Oh, you... Oh, Starclan." What was she going to do? What was she going to say? How was she going to raise kits - especially on her own?
Her voice came out half as a croak as she pushed herself up into a seated position, rather than the casual display she had been in just a moment earlier. "Has... has anyone seen Moonpaw today yet? I think I need to speak with her..." It was a shame that she'd need to see - their only, at the moment - medicine cat again in the span of only a few days, but at least this time it would be for a slightly happier occasion. Swiftfire may have been filled with panic for now, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be happy once the weight of everything had settled on her shoulders.
But then came the lapses in her appetite.
They were always only brief, sudden episodes of nausea or simply nothingness that hit her as she approached the freshkill pile, with a normally delicious looking piece of fish suddenly being completely undesirable to her. It didn't make any kind of sense, and while she had initially thought it might be another side effect of her head being knocked around - until it just simply didn't fade. Her condition didn't change at all, not even when she'd been forced into checking in with Moonpaw. The worst part though - at least in Swiftfire's eyes - was that even though her appetite kept fluctuating wildly, she kept putting on weight. The former colonist was far from huge or outgrowing her own paws, but there was just that tiniest bit of added chub that couldn't simply be explained away as fluff. At least it didn't seem like she was the only one, considering everyone was eager to regain the weight that they had lost during leafbare's harshness.
Today was when she finally seemed to connect the dots, sprawled out near the warriors' den following an early morning patrol. She had been grooming herself, carefully licking down her half colorful pelt when her nose brushed up against her stomach. The fat there initially caused her to recoil, a huff of aggravation leaving her nose before she paused. The dizziness. Her appetite. Her moods. Her stomach. Once again the world twisted and turned wildly around her, only this time it wasn't because of a strike to the head or the concussion that had come afterwards. This time it was shock, one of Swiftfire's paws slowly trailing down to her own stomach to poke lightly at the fluff there. "Oh. Oh, you... Oh, Starclan." What was she going to do? What was she going to say? How was she going to raise kits - especially on her own?
Her voice came out half as a croak as she pushed herself up into a seated position, rather than the casual display she had been in just a moment earlier. "Has... has anyone seen Moonpaw today yet? I think I need to speak with her..." It was a shame that she'd need to see - their only, at the moment - medicine cat again in the span of only a few days, but at least this time it would be for a slightly happier occasion. Swiftfire may have been filled with panic for now, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be happy once the weight of everything had settled on her shoulders.
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✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
✧ 40 moons old; ages the 1st every month
✧ bisexual; currently not looking
✧ daughter of lilou and germaine
✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
