[Rani]

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler | He/him | 49 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

The tunneler had been picking over the empty prey pile with a disgruntled expression, preparing to nab cats to go out and gather more when Firestorm approached.

She looked good, almost like she was glowing and it was honestly a nice change from how sad she'd been, haunting around Lightningstorm for awhile like some sad ghost. Now she was happy and bouncy again, a welcome change and a crooked grin cracked across the toms muzzle as he rose, ready to ask what'd changed of late.

Then she almost turned green and Crowtooth had a moment for his expression to turn horrified before she puked. Right at his paws. Gross.

The tom scrambled back and away, turning green himself as he yelped. "Oh what the hell Spit-fire?! That's disgustin'! Oh starclan 'm gonna puke-" The tom gagged, turning away and trying not to look as he tried to control his yarping, completely useless in the face of just a little bit of vomit. Blood, tears, sweat, dirt, infection, all fine for Crowtooth but when the full grown adult warrior was made to face down even a bit of vomit he crumbled like a child to the 'eeeeeeeewwwwwwww' factor.

Eventually he managed to fight this down so it wasnt a chain yarp fest and the tom turned back to look at Firestorm and deliberately not look anywhere but her face. "Dear starclan what was that??? Are ya sick or somethin'? I know yer not stupid enough ta eat off prey, oh starclan are ya dyin'???"

The panic was setting in now for the tom, a bit of his old paranoia of the medicine cats den due to his old illness sending immediate 'FIRESTORM IS DYING' thoughts as he fussed. He probably wasnt helping though.


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