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content warning: emetophobia. takes place before this private thread.
The past week had been a disaster for Badgerstripe's image. How irritable, how sad; whatever cat she had tried so hard to become before Skyclaw took over, was nothing more than a shell. She had fought and thrashed, and just as fervently loved the cats around her. Her emotions were in turmoil, no doubt due to the oppression of herself and the other cats who had so fervently defended their home and the honor of their exiled Clanmates.
It's the only expanation. But is that really all it took to make her feel this miserable?
Of course, it all pales in comparison to the shame that awaits her today. Badgerstripe woke up feeling off; a deep discomfort in her belly, as if it were tossing and turning within her. With few soft, uncomfortable groans, she seeks to sleep it off - she flips over in her nest, changes her position of rest, and tightly squeezes her eyes shut, willing the stars to just let her sleep. But it is all to no avail, for the roiling in her stomach only grows stronger with the sting of bile until it has become unbearable.
Badgerstripe should have anticipated this; she should have left her nest before it was too late. The tortoiseshell rises with a whimper and staggers out of her nest, winces as a flash of sunlight reaches her sickened face. Just how long has she slept in? It is a beautiful day, at least.. but not for her. She makes it just outside of the warrior's den when she is hit by a dizzy spell and buckles over into a crouch as, without further warning, her stomach releases its contents from the night prior onto the sandy ground in front of her.
Badgerstripe's eyes widen in horror, and then begin to tear up. With her tail tucked underneath her, she scrambles backwards towards the nearest wall, where she wishes she could shrink into herself. What just happened? She had never been sick like this before! Did she catch the disease that spreads across the moorland border? Has she fallen terribly ill with something new, something contagious? Or, stars - had someone poisoned her meal? Sleekwhisper was always bringing her a meal in the mornings - oh no, did he do this to her..? Surely, he couldn't..
Whatever the cause, she needs not know to feel awful afterwords - a bitter aftertaste in her mouth and a still-uncomfortable feeling in her stomach spreads to the rest of her body, and Badgerstripe is left trembling and whimpering while her eyes flick fearfully between the gazes that watch.
BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )
The past week had been a disaster for Badgerstripe's image. How irritable, how sad; whatever cat she had tried so hard to become before Skyclaw took over, was nothing more than a shell. She had fought and thrashed, and just as fervently loved the cats around her. Her emotions were in turmoil, no doubt due to the oppression of herself and the other cats who had so fervently defended their home and the honor of their exiled Clanmates.
It's the only expanation. But is that really all it took to make her feel this miserable?
Of course, it all pales in comparison to the shame that awaits her today. Badgerstripe woke up feeling off; a deep discomfort in her belly, as if it were tossing and turning within her. With few soft, uncomfortable groans, she seeks to sleep it off - she flips over in her nest, changes her position of rest, and tightly squeezes her eyes shut, willing the stars to just let her sleep. But it is all to no avail, for the roiling in her stomach only grows stronger with the sting of bile until it has become unbearable.
Badgerstripe should have anticipated this; she should have left her nest before it was too late. The tortoiseshell rises with a whimper and staggers out of her nest, winces as a flash of sunlight reaches her sickened face. Just how long has she slept in? It is a beautiful day, at least.. but not for her. She makes it just outside of the warrior's den when she is hit by a dizzy spell and buckles over into a crouch as, without further warning, her stomach releases its contents from the night prior onto the sandy ground in front of her.
Badgerstripe's eyes widen in horror, and then begin to tear up. With her tail tucked underneath her, she scrambles backwards towards the nearest wall, where she wishes she could shrink into herself. What just happened? She had never been sick like this before! Did she catch the disease that spreads across the moorland border? Has she fallen terribly ill with something new, something contagious? Or, stars - had someone poisoned her meal? Sleekwhisper was always bringing her a meal in the mornings - oh no, did he do this to her..? Surely, he couldn't..
Whatever the cause, she needs not know to feel awful afterwords - a bitter aftertaste in her mouth and a still-uncomfortable feeling in her stomach spreads to the rest of her body, and Badgerstripe is left trembling and whimpering while her eyes flick fearfully between the gazes that watch.
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