TW: Sensitive Content Open Camp 666 with a princess streak // sick ??

[hazecloud]

{$title} tw for minor details of nausea/dizziness

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The claims were... allegedly, true after all. Maybe Pike should have gone off to his mystery rocks with more than just Smoke, but she would believe this sudden magick-y world as much as she believed fish could fly. (She had seen it once, even if no one believed her). It may be possible, but until she could see it, her wholehearted belief would remain hidden behind skepticism.

There was a lot more change happening than Haze found herself happy with, at the moment. Smoke was a Caretaker now, at least until his kits were on their sixth moon. But it would mean they couldn't share a nest together anymore and she was out a spare sheet of warmth for the winter. Maybe Willow would take some pity on her in the meantime, at least Duck and Goose were a bit more grown.

The smoky molly tried not to let this... newness to their life trouble her so much, though. It was nauseating her to a level she hadn't known to be capable of before! Ugh, this Clan life was already kicking her in the tail, making her queasy as the days of the shipyard grew further and further away. Haze longed for what was simpler, what made sense- adapting was so much work. "Heugh, this doesn't feel good." Haze looked down at her reflection in the waters surrounding the island with a swaying struggle to keep upright while her nausea became victim to a bout of dizziness.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — @lichen @Smokewreath heelpppp
• 

  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 30 MOONS ･ SHIPYARD CAT ･ PENNED BY @gonkpilled!

  a smoky blue molly with warm green eyes. here too.

 

[lichentuft]

lichen

At the very least things seemed to be... working out well enough. Lichen wouldn't necessarily credit their new 'leader' with that achievement... anyone could've proposed wandering blindly into the horizon with the promise of fortune. It was just dumb luck that painted him as someone telling the truth rather than a grown cat spilling kit-ish fantasies. It would be forgiven today, because she'd caught a particularly pleasant grosbeak.... and the feathery delight would be worth sharing for once. Her ribs remained hugged a little too-tightly but time would fix that... the fish that swarmed this river-pool would be plenty for satisfy her clan and herself.

Wading through the shallower parts of their little moat still felt like taking a bath in ice... though at least this splashing did no longer sting the eyes... she is eager to close the distance to her partner, watching the swirl of ashen clouds linger against the shoreline with her own eyes swimming uncertainly. "Haze- I've brought us-" But she doubles over slightly, as if suddenly beset by some sort of weight pressed into her shoulders... Concern encourages her to drop the bird unceremoniously onto the pebbly ground, making a few long-limbed strides closer before stopping just short of being an actual physical comfort.

How... did she fix this...? Could she? Lichen wouldn't admit it but even she felt exhausted by all the shifting, all the demanding change. She couldn't console what still dug into her guts and twisted them uncomfortably too. "You could've just said you didn't want a bird to eat," she tries instead a joke so painfully dry it left one thirsty.

 

[Bayhowl]

All things considered, none of this is entirely new to Bay. No place remains "home" for too long, for better or for worse, and he doesn't believe this island born out of Pike's imagination (and imaginary friend) would permanently stick to that title either. Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise. Bay operates best when he's on the move; the constant tug of life and survival means he has little time to ponder and think about what else this world could offer.

It's not like it would offer those to him, anyway. At least it doesn't blindside him with grandiose ideas.

The rush has stopped now — the ragtag group of cats, while still tasked with scooping together a normal day-to-day routine, now get a chance to stop and breathe. Bay has never had eye for the little things... but those little things sometimes creep up on him. In the corners of his vision, Haze all but disregards a kind offering from Lichen. He can't help but be drawn; surely thanks to the scent of a fresh catch.

"If you don't want it, someone else would love a bite. Like me."

There is a mischievous arch to his brows. He knows the pair would rather try to reanimate the grosbeak in hopes of it flying away out of instinct.

 

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

─〃

The nursery was quiet at least, his kits were menaces to society but Adder and Wave's lot were quiet thankfully so he only had to deal with what he always dealt with - teeth and complaints. Always teeth and complaints. The trio were settled comfortable in the nest for their evening nap now and he took the chance to leave to stretch his legs, back arching as he emerged from the hollow structure with a yawn. Sometimes he wanted to nap with them, but then he'd never get his free moment to get out of the den and roam the camp without little shadows spilling at his heels. The dark tom turns his attention to Lichen and Haze, perched away near the freshkill pile though Haze's hunched form gives him pause and his ear twitch as he catches the conversation.
Oh. Oh. Hm. Well...
Smokewreath wriggles forward, wedging himself between the two with a knowing grin, "Under the weather? Careful, Pikestar's not creative - he might name you Hazepuke if you get sick in front of him."
Never forget what he did to Russetfall. He drops to his belly, head on folded paws to make himself as much as an inconvenience as possible. Ah, you know, maybe that was where his kits got it from. His long orange eye regards Bay quietly, the teasing ploy to rid them of the bird ignored as he smiles even wider, "You know, I got sick like this once..."

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smoke

— Future RiverClanner (Shipcat)
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
#ff7d46

 

[hazecloud]

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Lichen's arrival is star-sent, but the aroma of fresh prey made her all but gag to even think of eating at this moment. Even further irritating after bringing some foul-repelling prey, the she-cat stood there offering stares and useless humor. "Ughh, hold me, furbrain!" Haze wailed pitifully, reaching for Lichen. "Am I too gross? You don't want to hold me because I'm queasy and that's gross?!" Her reach for Lichen is disrupted now with a shove to push her mate away, turning to now face another two.

Bay quickly irked her in joining her mates fruitless humor, Smokewreath quickly after. "He should've named you Smokewretch, you make me miserable." Haze spat as she held her head in distress. The molly only paused to consider the comparison after, her maw twisting between emotions. "Me?! Is it my turn, we're having kittens?" We included Smokewreath and Lichen as she looked between them, nosing off Bay with no care if he took Lichen's meal or not. "Is that a good thing? You think it'll be good, with all this Clan stuff?"

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ooc Information

• ooc: —
• 

  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 30 MOONS ･ SHIPYARD CAT ･ PENNED BY @gonkpilled!

  a smoky blue molly with warm green eyes. haze is a short and stout molly with a longhaired pelt that is beautifully kept. she is a highly skilled, agile swimmer and fisher with a surprising mischievous streak.