[tye]

It was high peak time when patrol entered camp with news and prey dangling from their jaws. Today was suppose to a relaxing day and so was yesterday and the day before, but, at nightfall in the apprentice den there was always a foul stench. To describe how smelly it was is beyond all words. All he can say, it made his eyes water and make his stomach do back flips triggering his reflux, wanting to puke every time. Disgusting and impossible to sleep with his nose wanting to fall off and die. He already tried seeking the issue looking through every cat's nest and corner for it be a stupid fool who brought prey that was forgotten and started to rot. But nothing. The smell sometimes magically disappeared during the day too. Very odd.

Sleep lingered in his blue stern gaze as he sat down next to a denmate in the clearing, just having a normal conversation until a scent striked his nostrils. There it is again! His eyes turned into twin blue moons hearing a rather weird muffled voice to look down seeing a..a cat. Warblerpaw narrowed his eyes. No..what is this. What is the smell surrounding him? He reeled back suddenly eyes glued on the beast in front of him that he didn't realize the prey the tom offered him. Usually his anger was at a low, trying to keep his own peace but this time he'd lost it. He was boiling and once his mouth opens, nothing can stop him. "What in the almighty Starclan is that!?" he stared eye-wide in disgust, flashing the expression over to his clanmate who equally had a look of disgust. "And..," he took a paw forward, sniffing around to only skid back again with a growl and gagging. "You. It's you who's been stinking up the apprentice den with your foul stench!" Warblerpaw snarled furiously squaring up to the gross thing. His paws stomped down on the prey, flinging it back with a drag of his hind leg to move out of the way. Looking closely, he could tell his..denmate.. is horribly deformed, teeth sticking out like twigs in a mud pile, fat like pig and stunk worse than a skunk. Pity swirled in his vexed glare, a damn shame if he say so himself. "It's one thing looking like you've been raised from the dead but must you smell like it too? And leafbare is almost here, you pot belly thing- eat less and the prey for those who need it," his words were like claws, vicious and tearing. But he couldn't help it, the lack of rest made him into a grump and a face like that is the last thing he wanted to see. I would say a face only a mother would love but that will mean she's delusional for sure. @hxneysuckle