better now | o, olfactory/visual hallucination

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    bio //just in case anyone doesn't know and to make sure, none of the smells he scented are real and there isn't actually a dead cat in the territory. He's just having both a visual and olfactory hallucination due to his schizophrenia. Added the difficult topics warning because it has to do with his mental problems and I wanted to make sure it didn't trigger anyone?


    earlypaw - you said you didn't mind a public or private thread so I went with public if you wanted to post here <3



    — The recent days have been a bit better for the large red and white Maine coon. Being reunited with his clan and family had brought a sense of peace to his mind... the whispers now lingered in his head less. Though he knew the peace and quiet inside is dark polluted mind would only last for a day if he was lucky. So he decided to take some time out and attempt to hunt if his thoughts would allow him to. The voices that spoke to him may not be here, but the rest of the darkness would still be.


    As if to say "hello!" and to confirm it was still there, as Abraham's large white paws that carried him through the territory froze as a sudden aroma hit him. He wrinkled his nose back in disgust, it was absolutely repulsive. A scent that he was positive he had scented before during his time as a loner.


    It was rot. Decay. Something around him was rotting, and given the stench of it, it probably wasn't a small animal.


    Frantically alarmed, he hurriedly followed the scent or attempted to at least. Until he found himself at the foot of a decaying corpse of a cat, its stomach ripped open. A loud shocked cry escaped the toms mouth as he scrambled a few paw-steps away. Was that a ShadowClan cat?... A loner?... Oh either way he was very sorry for the poor soul.


    Abraham was about to retreat back and fetch something, but his eyes continued to lock onto the body. He was horrified, yet oddly he couldn't pry his eyes away from it.


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    Seeing the new guy staring down a clump of snow like it was a kit on fire was sure something, alright. Tansyface dropped her kill, a scrawny crow, and gave Abraham a crooked toothed smile. Full of tension, pulled awkwardly over her gums, the smile dropped as soon as it came. “You look unwell, Abraham. Is there...?”


    Tansyface trailed off, looked between Abraham and the general direction of the source of Abraham’s horror, just in case Tansyface was missing it and making a fool out of herself by not reacting. Almost experimentally, Tansyface wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes, an immatation of disgust. Something so horrifying had to be disgusting as well, right? Any false horror would be obviously fake, Tansyface knew, as she hoped her expression was appropriate.






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    name: Tansyface


    gender: She-Cat


    clan: ShadowClan


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    bio — His eyes stayed stiff on the corpse that his eyes were laid upon when... that one she-cat arrived. He still wasn't sure of her name. Uh... His mind immediately dropped the thought though focusing back on the ground. Unaware that no one but him could see the gruesome scene.


    "Look... look at it!" He said through bared teeth. "Someone killed it!" He looked at her, his yellow eyes wild.


    "Is it one of ours? Did we kill it? Who did this?"



    //D: im getting ready to go and see someone for the holidays. Sorry for the short post.


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    Oh. Okay. This wasn't Tansyface missing something obvious, but perhaps Abraham having a vision. An omen? She scooted closer to him, observing him. Moonfeather had acted as if Tansyface had a place in this family, but Abraham was seeing something that was not for her eyes. It stung a little, but it also proved that Tansyface would just have to devote herself harder to truly ascend. "I think it's a vision from StarClan, for it is nothing I can see. Describe it, if you will." Even if Tansyface couldn't see it, she could still be a part of this.






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    name: Tansyface


    gender: She-Cat


    clan: ShadowClan


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    visions from starclan, right? How foolish. Why would StarClan give this cat a vision of simply a dead body? What would it have meant? ”describe it.” wolfkit commanded curiously. He couldn’t see anything, and Tansyface couldnt see this vision either. If he had a description of what this body looked like, maybe he can make a direct solution to what kind of vision it was. but he would not put StarClan on a pedestal so easily.


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