- Jul 24, 2023
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✦ CW mentions and graphic descriptors of starvation, vomiting, comatose, near-death and nausea.
It was finally too much to handle. He couldn't be strong for them anymore, not for Blazestar, not for Orangeblossom, not for Littlepaw, not for his friends, not for the other traveling cats, nor his clanmates.
Dogbite was at his physical and mental breaking point. For too long, he had pushed themself to the brink, trying to be the reliable cat that Skyclan needed him to be. Earning his warrior name and being granted an apprentice fueled their passion to continue caring for the clan. Chaos had kept him busy and helped them refrain from sharing said troubles. However, the consequences of his stubbornness could easily be seen in his sunken face.
Throughout the night, he had writhed in agony, body rebelling against earlier efforts. It seemed his training with Skyclan was the metaphorical nail in the coffin. He was a mere skeleton of his former self for some time now, but they had brushed off the signs and pushed harder, convinced they could handle it all. They had filled the night with low whimpers and cries, their condition only seeming to escalate.
As the pale light of dawn broke, the tabby's feeble frame finally gave in. He struggled to get up, drenched in sweat and covered with an unfamiliar musky odor. Attempting to make his way out of the den, he was met with a sea of sleeping cats, their bodies packed closely together. The lack of space and constant noise had made the already arduous task of sleeping utterly impossible. Haphazardly, he struggled through the throng and just barely made it out without tripping over a Riverclanner or Clanmate.
Gasping for breath in the sharp, crisp air, Dogbite made it to a nearby dirt place, trembling legs threatening to give out at any moment. Once he made it, all bets were off. With a large heave, he retched, but only foam and clear bile came out. Their stomach was empty, and he had nothing left to give. Still, his frame convulsed as if trying to expel whatever was left. When the ordeal was over, they remained seated, head hanging forward.
He tried to calm the waves of nausea that washed over him, but their hazy mind left them disoriented. How long had it been since I last ate? Did I even sleep the other night? They knew the answers, but he couldn't bring himself to confront the harsh reality of their actions.
Gathering enough strength to move, he took a few unsteady steps toward the warrior's den, determined to rest what little they could. However, as he approached the mouth of the den, the world around him seemed to shift and waver, as if he had plunged underwater. Dogbite couldn't make sense of the mirage that enveloped them, and before they knew it, his face met solid ground.
Unbeknownst to the frail warrior, they had knocked on the black door of death. Their spirit barely held on, and each breath taken was labored and shallow as his dilapidated form fought to stay alive. The endless cycle of overexertion and malnutrition had taken its toll, and they had paid the price.
It was finally too much to handle. He couldn't be strong for them anymore, not for Blazestar, not for Orangeblossom, not for Littlepaw, not for his friends, not for the other traveling cats, nor his clanmates.
Dogbite was at his physical and mental breaking point. For too long, he had pushed themself to the brink, trying to be the reliable cat that Skyclan needed him to be. Earning his warrior name and being granted an apprentice fueled their passion to continue caring for the clan. Chaos had kept him busy and helped them refrain from sharing said troubles. However, the consequences of his stubbornness could easily be seen in his sunken face.
Throughout the night, he had writhed in agony, body rebelling against earlier efforts. It seemed his training with Skyclan was the metaphorical nail in the coffin. He was a mere skeleton of his former self for some time now, but they had brushed off the signs and pushed harder, convinced they could handle it all. They had filled the night with low whimpers and cries, their condition only seeming to escalate.
As the pale light of dawn broke, the tabby's feeble frame finally gave in. He struggled to get up, drenched in sweat and covered with an unfamiliar musky odor. Attempting to make his way out of the den, he was met with a sea of sleeping cats, their bodies packed closely together. The lack of space and constant noise had made the already arduous task of sleeping utterly impossible. Haphazardly, he struggled through the throng and just barely made it out without tripping over a Riverclanner or Clanmate.
Gasping for breath in the sharp, crisp air, Dogbite made it to a nearby dirt place, trembling legs threatening to give out at any moment. Once he made it, all bets were off. With a large heave, he retched, but only foam and clear bile came out. Their stomach was empty, and he had nothing left to give. Still, his frame convulsed as if trying to expel whatever was left. When the ordeal was over, they remained seated, head hanging forward.
He tried to calm the waves of nausea that washed over him, but their hazy mind left them disoriented. How long had it been since I last ate? Did I even sleep the other night? They knew the answers, but he couldn't bring himself to confront the harsh reality of their actions.
Gathering enough strength to move, he took a few unsteady steps toward the warrior's den, determined to rest what little they could. However, as he approached the mouth of the den, the world around him seemed to shift and waver, as if he had plunged underwater. Dogbite couldn't make sense of the mirage that enveloped them, and before they knew it, his face met solid ground.
Unbeknownst to the frail warrior, they had knocked on the black door of death. Their spirit barely held on, and each breath taken was labored and shallow as his dilapidated form fought to stay alive. The endless cycle of overexertion and malnutrition had taken its toll, and they had paid the price.
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ooc ; This thread is open to both Riverclanners and Skyclanners. He does not have yellowcough (feel free to misdiagnose for realistic plot purposes!) Power play is fully allowed in this scenario. @LITTLEPAW! apprentice tag!
-⋆ Takes place after the River/Sky hunting thread. Dogbite is at death's door and to make it more realistic I will be rolling a D20 for this thread and his next. If I roll low, there will be indefinite consequences for him and if I roll high, they might survive this. (this time he rolled low and is now in a coma) They will be out of commission for at least four IRL days, and won't be able to patrol/fight/work for at least one IRL week, so any 1v1 plots from this point forward will be backwritten
tldr ; He's completely starved himself and overworked their body for two moons. Leading to them passing out in front of the warrior's den and slipping into a temporary coma. Failed a D20 roll. Currently, he can no longer talk, stand up, or hold down any food. They will be in a coma for irl days and unavailable for one irl week. -
✧ 28 moons old
✧ skyclan warrior
✧ he/they ; single
✧ child of npc x npc
✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
✧ penned by tasmagoric
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