sensitive topics i will hold you for the minute it takes — sick

[FOXTAIL]

cw: emetophobia in the last two paragraphs

The lead warrior rushes out of camp, away from his fuming apprentice... and away from those who stood up for him. Nausea rushes over the tom as he dares to think back to Sunpaw's yowls— she hates him. ...Now he knows for sure that she wants nothing to do with him. "I hate you, Foxtail!" Her voice is still fresh in his ears, and his whole entire body shakes violently. The fact that she was mere inches away from swiping his face... with her claws outstretched.

He... He couldn't imagine taking a swipe at his mentor back in the day. Ashpelt was harsh on him, cruel even. He knew he was a skittish apprentice... but Ashpelt lacked patience— even understanding and care. All the qualities that Foxtail tries to show as a mentor; to ensure his apprentices never receive the treatment he got. But he never wanted to afflict harm to that bitter, old tom.

His stomach twists and turns, as he wishes he could just forget how close Sunpaw's claws were to his face.

Foxtail crouches low, and he tries to fight off the nausea that swims in his belly. She didn't mean it, He wishes he could believe himself, She's just upset... She-

His thoughts run cold as his stomach twists, and twists more violently than it had before. Chills running down his spine, the lead warrior heaves. He is quick to empty the contents of his stomach, and he feels barely any room to breathe, as he vomits for a second time.

His body violently shakes and tears form in his eyes, and the tom wishes he could break out into a sob; his body won't allow him to. Eyes squeezing shut, the lead warrior heaves one more time— his stomach having nothing left to expunge besides bile.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• set immediately after this thread!
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  24 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[pebbletail]

(☼) he finds himself unfashionably late to the event that has rocked so many of those he cares about. seeking out splashdance just in time to witness the breakdown and spitfire spat between sunpaw, owlpaw, and foxtail, pebbletail had stood with an open mouth and a bristling tail. now, as his former mentor flees camp, having won the argument (at what cost), pebbletail is quick to follow, flicking his tail apologetically towards splashdance and the rest.

owlpaw is one of his best friends. sunpaw is an unknown but not unwelcome figure in his life. but foxtail is foxtail. his mentor, his supporter, his friend, if the older man is willing. and peb has never seen this look on his friend's face before. ears flat, whiskers trembling with worry, the new warrior pushes through reeds and tall, yellowing grasses, following the grief and anger scent of the mottled tomcat. he finds him by the river, body crouched low and shaking.

fresh bile steams in the leaf-fall air, it's poisonous scent permeating pebbletail's nostrils. he feels more pity than disgust though - the sight of his proud former mentor reduced to this trembling thing twists something painful within the blue tom. "foxtail," he murmurs, and approaches slowly, hesitant to touch for fear of upsetting the tomcat more. "you should drink something. wash the taste away."

snowy paws beckon the older man towards the water, which rushes along the bank, not quite back to its normal size or speed yet. "breathe, okay? you're safe. sunpaw's safe. let yourself breathe."

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // mobile, i apologize for any errors xoxo " #848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 11 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[Cherrytwist.]

PUT RIBBONS IN MY CURLS,
THEN CARRY AROUND A KNIFE​

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cherrytwist & 17 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior ​

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" EUGH! " subtlety has never been Cherrytwists strong suit - muzzle wrinkled as she gags - wincing at Foxtail. She doesn't know the situation, doesn't see anything but the lead warrior getting sick too close for comfort. But still, the moment she regains her senses enough to take stock of the situation, green eyes squint in concern. " Yeah! Go drink some water, clear your tongue - I'm sure it'll settle your stomach too... do you need to see Moonbeam? Or, I could bring her here, maybe? " she pipes up, muzzle wrinkling as she nods emphatically. " Wait - sunpaw.. .safe... huh? " she's missing something, isn't she? Head snaps between looking at first pebbletail and then foxtail,again and again, before she decides to simply shrug it off - attempting to reach out one paw awkwardly as though to pat the ill toms back.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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W H A T ━ I T ━ M E A N S ━ T O ━ B E ━ A ━ G I R L

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[TURTLEDOVE]

Foxtail held a special place in Turtledove's heart. He had pulled her from the river after she had caught her first fish. He had become lead warrior shortly after and she had only grown in her love for the tom. He was kind and sweet, and he did not deserve the scornful words Sunpaw threw at him. She could not imagine treating a mentor that way. If she had said those kind of things to Snakeblink, she would have felt guilty for the rest of her moons. The fresh warrior had been off to the side during the argument and though to herself If my apprentice talked to me like that I would have cuffed them over the ear, then started daydreaming about being a mentor.

Foxtail's gags ripped her from her thoughts and she rushed over to the growing crowd. Turtledove fluffed up her pelt and stood to block the tom from the rest of the camp. She wouldn't want to be watched by all of camp in a moment like this, so she would do what she could for Foxtail. Pebbletail and Cherrytwist were already speaking to him. She didn't want to make it worse, so she would run interference.

✧ ✧ YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO

• ooc: shielding @FOXTAIL from prying eyes
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• — large stocky silver charcoal tabby she-cat with short tail and green eyes
  — 12 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  — bisexual(?) ; currently not looking
  — child of Pondstep and Shadoweye
  — riverclan ; loyal to lichenstar
  — easy to befriend ; trusts easily with a kind word
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed and encouraged!