- Jun 7, 2022
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tw: very light descriptions of the effects of hunger / starvation + puking
geckoscreech cannot remember the last time she's had a proper meal, anything that's been caught out in their wasteland of a territory is quickly snatched up and devoured within seconds rendering the pile back to its pitiful state decorated only by scraps and crow-food that no one dares to touch unless they're feeling incredibly desperate. there was a point where she had to swallow her disgust and try to stomach whatever was left behind but it hardly lasted before she found herself ducking behind one of the dens to puke it right back up, the feeling of acidic bile burning the back of her throat was enough for the lead warrior to avoid trying it again.
she lay in her nest now, her once pristine and sleek coat is dull and clinging to a thinning frame that's starting to expose the ribs underneath. geckoscreech could hardly think straight anymore with the incessant pounding inside her skull but she needed to work, there was things that had to be done and shadowclan couldn't afford having an able-bodied warrior out of action. especially not their lead warrior.
mustering whatever energy she had left, the rosetted woman forced herself onto shaky limbs to exit the den. when she steps out into the clearing everything suddenly begins to tilt and her body threatens to fall over but she just narrowly avoids doing so and sluggishly straightens herself out once again. there were a few cats out and about already but right now they felt like a distant after thought to the molly who is struggling trying to keep herself upright.
fuck, this was gonna be a tough day.
geckoscreech cannot remember the last time she's had a proper meal, anything that's been caught out in their wasteland of a territory is quickly snatched up and devoured within seconds rendering the pile back to its pitiful state decorated only by scraps and crow-food that no one dares to touch unless they're feeling incredibly desperate. there was a point where she had to swallow her disgust and try to stomach whatever was left behind but it hardly lasted before she found herself ducking behind one of the dens to puke it right back up, the feeling of acidic bile burning the back of her throat was enough for the lead warrior to avoid trying it again.
she lay in her nest now, her once pristine and sleek coat is dull and clinging to a thinning frame that's starting to expose the ribs underneath. geckoscreech could hardly think straight anymore with the incessant pounding inside her skull but she needed to work, there was things that had to be done and shadowclan couldn't afford having an able-bodied warrior out of action. especially not their lead warrior.
mustering whatever energy she had left, the rosetted woman forced herself onto shaky limbs to exit the den. when she steps out into the clearing everything suddenly begins to tilt and her body threatens to fall over but she just narrowly avoids doing so and sluggishly straightens herself out once again. there were a few cats out and about already but right now they felt like a distant after thought to the molly who is struggling trying to keep herself upright.
fuck, this was gonna be a tough day.
[ BITTERNESS IS LIKE CANCER; IT EATS UPON THE HOST.]