- Jun 7, 2022
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A day had passed since Ash reprimanded her actions and told her to forgive. A day since she'd sat down with Emberstar. She'd promised she'd try. The blue molly didn't have a clue what being a medicine cat entailed. Heal them? Guide them? Counsel them? It was all far, far too cryptic. Annoyingly so.
Emberstar encouraged her to eat but, yet again, the she-cat rejected the offer and fed the mouse to Roe. As stated, she refused to eat until the kits, queens, and elderly had been fed - until she'd contributed.
However, as she stalked the forest, her head spun and vision blurred. She hadn't been eating much in the marsh despite working extra hard to supply stomachs with much needed fuel. Everyone had to be fed before her. The last morsel of food she'd consumed had been under her self-exile. And even then she'd thrown up most of her stomachs contents upon thinking about the marsh.
Weak knees buckled, leaving her submerged beneath the undergrowth. A frustrated growl rumbled from her chest. One that sounded far too weak. At last, her body had begun to shut down.
Anyone who cares would have noticed that the molly hadn't been near the kill pile. She might have lost sight of her unspoken code when she killed Emberstar but she hadn't lost all of it.
Ribs poked out of her mangled, frail form as she struggled to stand.
"Move." she commanded her paws but they didn't respond. They didn't even feel attached to her anymore, too numb to feel connected. Stubbornly, she refused to turn back. Though her body swayed while her vision blurred, she needed to hunt if she were to eat but...
She hissed, shaking her head as if that would chase away the creeping darkness. "You're not allowed to eat until you've hunted for the others so move." She'd withered away too much and lacked the strength to conduct such a strenuous activity.
Emberstar encouraged her to eat but, yet again, the she-cat rejected the offer and fed the mouse to Roe. As stated, she refused to eat until the kits, queens, and elderly had been fed - until she'd contributed.
However, as she stalked the forest, her head spun and vision blurred. She hadn't been eating much in the marsh despite working extra hard to supply stomachs with much needed fuel. Everyone had to be fed before her. The last morsel of food she'd consumed had been under her self-exile. And even then she'd thrown up most of her stomachs contents upon thinking about the marsh.
Weak knees buckled, leaving her submerged beneath the undergrowth. A frustrated growl rumbled from her chest. One that sounded far too weak. At last, her body had begun to shut down.
Anyone who cares would have noticed that the molly hadn't been near the kill pile. She might have lost sight of her unspoken code when she killed Emberstar but she hadn't lost all of it.
Ribs poked out of her mangled, frail form as she struggled to stand.
"Move." she commanded her paws but they didn't respond. They didn't even feel attached to her anymore, too numb to feel connected. Stubbornly, she refused to turn back. Though her body swayed while her vision blurred, she needed to hunt if she were to eat but...
She hissed, shaking her head as if that would chase away the creeping darkness. "You're not allowed to eat until you've hunted for the others so move." She'd withered away too much and lacked the strength to conduct such a strenuous activity.