- Jul 30, 2022
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TW: contains depictions which may trigger emetophobia, entomophobia
The green-leaf eat feels particularily unbearable today as silver pelted molly trudges her way through the undergrowth - silently cursing the stars for her long coat. It does not matter how neatly she grooms it, the thick mane itself only swelters beneath the heat of the day, and with sun trekking ever higher so knows that it will only get worse. Still, there is no such thing as a truly idle day, not for her. She may not be the most diligent of cats, but she still neds to move - to stretch her limbs, let her mind wander, keep her intellect stimulated... or some sort of nonsense like that.
Todays wanderings are interrupted by frequent breaks and quiet grumbles - truly, could she not et a little break from the heat? Just one kind cloud to block the rays, or even better a downpour - she'd take being soaked down to the bone over this. Still, she makes her way to the border in the end, and starclan certainly must be smiling down upon her despite her misery for blue eyes fall upon two things of interest immediately. Shiny metallic bottle cap, red as fresh blood lay right in front of her paws - and further still gleams a familiar golden pelt.
Of course, her find takes first precedence, paws carrying her forwards at a swift trot as she snatches it towards herself, admiring the smooth gleaming surface and sharp-ridged edges for only a moment before at last turning her sights on her neighbor." Hello aga-, " It's as jaws part and tail flicks in greeting that it hits her, that sticky seet scent. It's overwhelming - for such a small flower, it's certainly pungent.
Unfortunately, thats all it takes - stomach churns at the scent, and face pales dramatically beneath her white fur as head turns to the side and she is promptly sick. Whimper slips from the back of her throat as bile pools - some part of her mind mourning the sticky mush that was once a pleasantly crunchy pile of beetles, now gone to waste; the other filled with a weary sort of acceptance. Legs and shells and ick return once more as she heaves again, stomach not quite through with her in that torturous moment. When it's finally over, she can only reel back in embarrassment - stars, she's never before made such a fool of herself. And with an audience too at that.
Its nearly enough to make her cry.
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// @FOXGLARE
WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
TOUCH AND FEEL SOMETHING
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maggotfur ♛ 21 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior
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Todays wanderings are interrupted by frequent breaks and quiet grumbles - truly, could she not et a little break from the heat? Just one kind cloud to block the rays, or even better a downpour - she'd take being soaked down to the bone over this. Still, she makes her way to the border in the end, and starclan certainly must be smiling down upon her despite her misery for blue eyes fall upon two things of interest immediately. Shiny metallic bottle cap, red as fresh blood lay right in front of her paws - and further still gleams a familiar golden pelt.
Of course, her find takes first precedence, paws carrying her forwards at a swift trot as she snatches it towards herself, admiring the smooth gleaming surface and sharp-ridged edges for only a moment before at last turning her sights on her neighbor." Hello aga-, " It's as jaws part and tail flicks in greeting that it hits her, that sticky seet scent. It's overwhelming - for such a small flower, it's certainly pungent.
Unfortunately, thats all it takes - stomach churns at the scent, and face pales dramatically beneath her white fur as head turns to the side and she is promptly sick. Whimper slips from the back of her throat as bile pools - some part of her mind mourning the sticky mush that was once a pleasantly crunchy pile of beetles, now gone to waste; the other filled with a weary sort of acceptance. Legs and shells and ick return once more as she heaves again, stomach not quite through with her in that torturous moment. When it's finally over, she can only reel back in embarrassment - stars, she's never before made such a fool of herself. And with an audience too at that.
Its nearly enough to make her cry.
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M O N S T E R , - H O W - S H O U L D - I - F E E L - ?
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