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Originally Posted by vermin

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

Hogpaw gasped and stepped back, eyes widening and stomach churning. His ears lowered, flattening against his head as heat burned his pelt. The other tom's words tore at his heart, and he remained silent, trying to choke back a sob. He swallowed and looked at his paws, closing his eyes to avoid the other's angry, disgusted gaze. It clawed him from the inside out, tendrils wrapping around his throat with thorns of hatred. Hogpaw almost toppled to the ground as he took several steps away from Warblerpaw, only able to make jumbled noises. He couldn't form words, he couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.
This was worse than it had ever been. Nobody, not even his own parents, had been so openly... hateful in their words. He felt himself freeze up and turned away, trying to breathe. As he did so, his nose made a loud squealing noise, reminiscent of a pig. His ears flattened more, if possible, and he tripped as he tried to move away, falling to the ground. He scrambled to his paws, his pudge wobbling back and forth as he moved. Hogpaw quietly cried to himself, curling into his own body. "I-I'm thorry, I didn't mean to..." The muddy tom placed his paws over his head and sobbed to himself, trembling pathetically. "I d-don't eat that m-much," Hogpaw hiccuped, "I promithe!" His voice wavered as he spoke, stuttering between sobs and hiccups. He lay there, crying in a ball, covering his eyes. Others watched him, their sneers only making it all worse.
What did he do to deserve this treatment?

-x-

[ @Fuzzy ]

She felt sick.
Blinking open her bi-colored eyes, Tawnystep lifted herself up into a sitting position, groaning. Her body swayed back and forth, a dizzy spell taking over her. The russet she-cat looked up, her eyes narrowed to combat the brightness of the sun, and scanned the area. Dark creatures seemed to stalk toward her, threatening to attack her, to pull her apart limb from limb. Tawnystep's eyes widened and she hissed, lashing out at the dark creatures. No matter how much she clawed at them, however, the bigger they became, the closer they got. The molly frantically tried to fight them away from her, leaping to her paws and yowling in fear. "Get away from me!" she cried, "Leave me alone!" Tawnystep took no notice to the Clan meeting happening, in her own little world as she tried to fend off the shadow creatures.