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    it had never been like him to go off with someone he didn't know. one-night stands weren't things he enjoyed; waking up alone after spending a night with someone never sounded appealing or pleasant in any aspect, but... things were different. after being attacked, aristotle lacked self-esteem more than he already had, and though a few of his kinder clanmates had told him it wasn't that bad, he knew the truth. he looked awful, which in turn, made him feel awful. he didn't know what had possessed him to agree to sharing a night with some random guy he'd met during a midnight stroll. perhaps it was the other's attractiveness, or perhaps the sweet, comforting words he had cooed so delicately. no matter what it was, aristotle regretted it. he hated even thinking about it; just the thought made him grimace. he never should have said yes, should have been better than that. shit always seemed to happen when he decided to leave camp alone.


    on this particular day, aristotle was feeling like absolute shit. his head was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach, and he had been like that since he'd woken up. it sucked. an annoyed groan escaped the feline as he trudged through camp, head low and tail dragging across the ground. "what's wrong with meee?" ari whined under his breath. he stopped abruptly and sucked in a breath, shut his eyes tight. shit, he could feel it coming. he swayed and begun to tremble ever so slightly, then promptly threw up his breakfast. he hissed after he finished and sat down, head hanging. god, that was disgusting. he hoped no one saw it, but knowing his luck, there was a good chance everyone in the damn clan witnessed it in all its glory. aristotle groaned and swallowed thickly, taking a few moments to clear his head. he'd been hoping it wasn't the case, but... ah... "fuck."


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    AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A HARMLESS BREEZE—

    Angelbeats had been leaving the medic den, ironically enough with her own stomach rolling. She'd been given herbs and it was finally starting to calm down, she blamed the blood loss cause there was no way in hell she could succumb to illness. No fucking way. A small bundle of extra herbs laid between her wings on her back, a gift from Sundance in case the stomachache came back.

    She was on the way back to her old den when the retching of a fellow clanmate upchucking their breakfast caught her attention. Turn to walk to the person, it turned out to be Aristotle. A look of sympathy flashed across her features as she closed the distance between them. She shook the herbs off her and nudged them towards the male with a soft smile. "Here, these should help a bit. You got sick too?"


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    The lion heard retching outside his house, in camp. He peered out his window, stomach rolling at the sound. It wasn't the actual vomit that bothered the male, no it was the sound of somebody vomiting. It almost induced vomit on him, but he swallowed thickly and tried to keep the contents of his stomach deep inside him.


    He padded forward, but couldn't resist gagging as the scent came over him. He tried to hide it with a cough, not wanting to appear rude. God. Vomit was so gross. He put on a stony expression and blinked at Aristotle. "Maybe you should see Sundance."

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — The sound of vomiting made Sundance's stomach nearly do a 360 flip. But she held it down. She hadn't eaten much today. When Osiris mentioned her name, she would make her way from where she had been sunbathing on a side of the camp. "Borage, and willow leaves?" she inquired, pointing to the pile. "Eat the willow leaves first. They should stop your vomiting."

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    hah. 'sick'. "that's one way to put it." he mumbled out to angelbeats, head still hanging as she offered him herbs with the promise to make him feel better. he was sure they would help for a while, but in the long run, he would have to deal with it. aristotle glanced to osiris and sundance as they approached as well and sighed as he bent down to the herb pile. he did as instructed, slowly taking the leaves into his mouth and grimacing at the taste before moving to the borage. he frowned at the herb before he ate it; it helped to sooth an upset stomach, but another usage was to help mothers produce more milk. ari's brow knitted together and he gave sundance a mildly nervous side-eye while he chewed it. the feline sat up slowly after he had finished, eyes focused on the ground. "...thanks," he said quietly.


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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Glad to see that Aristotle didn't put up much of a fight, Sundance smiled. "No problem. Did you eat something that made you sick? Or is there a bug going around?" she inquired.


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    ― One of the few things he didn't want to hear together were the possibilities that Aristotle was sick or dying, or a mixture of the two. The male happened to be one of his only friends in BlizzardClan. He had acquaintances, of course, but Aristotle was someone different. Rosemont happened to like him quite a bit, even if the other didn't seem to reciprocate the feelings as much. He simply figured it was due to his personality, and that was roughly it.


    He had been smoking when he came upon the scene, so the smell itself wasn't as strong as it was to the others, due to the smoke wafting around his nose. Rosemont's eyes widened a bit as he peered at his friend and the slowly drying vomit near him and the others, worry bubbling within him. "You alright, Ari..?" Rose inquired with a hesitancy to his voice, concern an undertone. He soon bent his head to put out the cigarette, smashing it against the ground before holding it under his paw so that he wouldn't forget about it. Hopefully that would help prevent any more sickness that Aristotle might have. He didn't want to see the male become more ill, especially if it was because of him. With the cigarette gone and the smoke filtering away, he focused back on his friend, whiskey eyes worried.

    ari shifted uncomfortably at sundance's question and remained quiet for a few moments. he frowned, turning his head away briefly when rosemont approached and asked if he was alright. he was far from it, really, but he hated when people fussed over him. the tom adjusted the way he sat, legs tucking a bit closer to his stomach as he finally spoke. "i'm alright. ate a bad vole for breakfast. don't worry." he lied, expression falling neutral as he glanced between the medic and his friend. "just an upset stomach."


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