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Too weak to live, too strong to die. Please comment!
Aug 13, 2017 17:32:01 GMT -5
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Aug 13, 2017 17:32:01 GMT -5
WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS. I DO NOT ADVISE YOU READ THIS STORY IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE THINGS LIKE ILLNESSES SUCH AS BEING BULIMIC AND ANXIETY. THANK YOU~ Ghost Writer
"Thicketstorm, you can no longer be my deputy." Hawkstar told the skinny tuxedo tom. His blue gaze showed no emotion as he told the tom his life as deputy was over. "I can't have a cat who can't even keep down his food leading my clan. You are dismissed." He turned away and made his way to his den.
"No." Thicketstorm choked back tears as his body shook. His stomach began to tighten like it did everytime he dealt with a stressful situation. He felt vile build up and creep up his throat until he had to throw up. He tried to stop it but it was no use. Seedripple, the clan medicine cat, sighed as she approached him. Her green eyes looked irritated as she had to drag him to the medicine den for the third time that day.
"Just give up Thicketstorm. You'll never be a successful Warrior if you can't handle a little stress. This has been going on too long." Seedripple sighed as she looked down at the pathetic cat. "You need to retire to the elder's den."
"I refuse!" Thicketstorm hissed at the she-cat. "I'm not useless!" Seedripple stared at him with a mix of pity and irritation.
"You are not fit to be apart of the clan let alone a deputy." She hissed back. "Face the fact that you are too weak to do anything helpful." She took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "I understand that because of the abuse your old twolegs caused you that any sort of stress causes you to vomit, but because of that you can never be helpful. I'm sorry Thicketstorm. I'm going to tell Hawkstar that the best option for you is to make you retire to the elder's den. Get some sleep and take some poppyseeds." She said, handing him a leaf full of poppyseeds and excused him with a swish of her tail. After hearing that, Thicketstorm's stomach felt even worse but he could only dry heave due to the lack of food in his body. He did as she suggested and made his way to the Warrior's den and laid in his nest. It was still warm from the last time he was in it. No one else was inside the den. They we're all out doing their duties while he just had to lay there. Thoughts swarmed him as he thought of all the cats that called him useless due to his anxiety. He decided that if he was to live to do nothing, he would die to do something. He knew in Starclan he'd be able to live like the others up there. He got up and snuck into the medicine den while Seedripple was busy collecting herbs and stole two death berries from her stash and swallowed them. He purred as a sort of sleepy feeling swallowed him whole. The world went black until he heard his name being called by a familiar voice. The wet splash of tears hit his cheek as he opened his eyes and looked up to see Seedripple.
"Thank Starclan you aren't dead." She cried. "I thought I lost you." She buried her head into his chest fur. "It's a good thing your body rejected the berries. You stupid cat, how could you?" She yowled, anger flashed in her eyes and then there was calm. "It's my fault, isn't it? It's because we called you useless, right?" She shook her head and looked into his eyes. "You aren't useless Thicketstorm. We'll find something for you to do. Something only you can do." She promised. For the first time in ages, Thicketstorm smiled.
"That's all I've ever wanted. To be helpful." Thicketstorm laughed, still laying on the ground.
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Moons later, Thicketstorm was declared the new clan therapist and delt with cats who had physical and mental problems that even Seedripple couldn't help with. The death rate in the clans dropped quite a bit and he had become one of the clans most respected cats.
"Thicketstorm, you can no longer be my deputy." Hawkstar told the skinny tuxedo tom. His blue gaze showed no emotion as he told the tom his life as deputy was over. "I can't have a cat who can't even keep down his food leading my clan. You are dismissed." He turned away and made his way to his den.
"No." Thicketstorm choked back tears as his body shook. His stomach began to tighten like it did everytime he dealt with a stressful situation. He felt vile build up and creep up his throat until he had to throw up. He tried to stop it but it was no use. Seedripple, the clan medicine cat, sighed as she approached him. Her green eyes looked irritated as she had to drag him to the medicine den for the third time that day.
"Just give up Thicketstorm. You'll never be a successful Warrior if you can't handle a little stress. This has been going on too long." Seedripple sighed as she looked down at the pathetic cat. "You need to retire to the elder's den."
"I refuse!" Thicketstorm hissed at the she-cat. "I'm not useless!" Seedripple stared at him with a mix of pity and irritation.
"You are not fit to be apart of the clan let alone a deputy." She hissed back. "Face the fact that you are too weak to do anything helpful." She took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "I understand that because of the abuse your old twolegs caused you that any sort of stress causes you to vomit, but because of that you can never be helpful. I'm sorry Thicketstorm. I'm going to tell Hawkstar that the best option for you is to make you retire to the elder's den. Get some sleep and take some poppyseeds." She said, handing him a leaf full of poppyseeds and excused him with a swish of her tail. After hearing that, Thicketstorm's stomach felt even worse but he could only dry heave due to the lack of food in his body. He did as she suggested and made his way to the Warrior's den and laid in his nest. It was still warm from the last time he was in it. No one else was inside the den. They we're all out doing their duties while he just had to lay there. Thoughts swarmed him as he thought of all the cats that called him useless due to his anxiety. He decided that if he was to live to do nothing, he would die to do something. He knew in Starclan he'd be able to live like the others up there. He got up and snuck into the medicine den while Seedripple was busy collecting herbs and stole two death berries from her stash and swallowed them. He purred as a sort of sleepy feeling swallowed him whole. The world went black until he heard his name being called by a familiar voice. The wet splash of tears hit his cheek as he opened his eyes and looked up to see Seedripple.
"Thank Starclan you aren't dead." She cried. "I thought I lost you." She buried her head into his chest fur. "It's a good thing your body rejected the berries. You stupid cat, how could you?" She yowled, anger flashed in her eyes and then there was calm. "It's my fault, isn't it? It's because we called you useless, right?" She shook her head and looked into his eyes. "You aren't useless Thicketstorm. We'll find something for you to do. Something only you can do." She promised. For the first time in ages, Thicketstorm smiled.
"That's all I've ever wanted. To be helpful." Thicketstorm laughed, still laying on the ground.
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Moons later, Thicketstorm was declared the new clan therapist and delt with cats who had physical and mental problems that even Seedripple couldn't help with. The death rate in the clans dropped quite a bit and he had become one of the clans most respected cats.
Nice job!