The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the ThunderClan camp as Ivyfrost watched Sorrelpaw with a mix of mischief and determination. Sorrelpaw, still naive and eager to please, was lounging near the fresh-kill pile, her eyes wide and curious as Ivyfrost approached with a determined glint in her eye.
"Hey Sorrelpaw," Ivyfrost said cheerfully, her tone deceptive in its sweetness. "I've got a little challenge for you. How about you try and eat as much as you can? I bet it'll be fun!"
Sorrelpaw's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Really? But... I don't know if I can eat that much," she replied hesitantly.
"Oh, come on," Ivyfrost insisted, nudging a large portion of fresh-kill towards her. "I'm sure you can manage. Besides, it's all in good fun."
With a shrug, Sorrelpaw hesitantly began eating. At first, she took small bites, her tiny paws pushing food into her mouth with enthusiastic determination. Ivyfrost watched with a satisfied smirk, keeping an eye on Sorrelpaw's progress. The more Sorrelpaw ate, the more her tiny belly began to swell, becoming round and heavy with the food.
As Sorrelpaw's stomach grew visibly larger, she started to look uncomfortable. Her once-smooth fur was stretched tight over her bulging belly, and she tried to keep up with Ivyfrost's relentless encouragement. Each bite was followed by a small, strained burp, which only spurred Ivyfrost on.
"Come on, keep going!" Ivyfrost urged. "You're doing great!"
Sorrelpaw's eyes were filled with confusion and discomfort, but she kept eating, her small paws awkwardly patting her distended belly in an attempt to ease the pressure. "I-Ivyfrost, I don't know if I can eat any more," she said, her voice tinged with distress.
"Oh, you're almost there," Ivyfrost insisted, pushing more food towards her. "Just a bit more."
The pressure in Sorrelpaw's stomach was intense. She let out a series of increasingly uncomfortable burps, each one louder and more strained than the last. The sounds were deep and throaty, starting with "Brrrrrppp" and escalating to "Brrrraaaap!" as she struggled to keep going. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and the effort of each burp.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sorrelpaw's stomach felt like it might burst. Her paws pressed against her swollen belly, trying to find some relief. "I-I can't anymore, Ivyfrost!" she cried, her voice trembling.
"Just one more big burp," Ivyfrost said, her tone now sharp and demanding. "Then you'll be done. I promise."
With no other option, Sorrelpaw reluctantly lay on her back, her huge belly protruding prominently. Ivyfrost pressed her paw firmly against Sorrelpaw's stomach, applying gentle but insistent pressure. Sorrelpaw's eyes widened in shock and discomfort as the pressure made her stomach convulse.
"Burp!" Ivyfrost commanded. "Let it out!"
The first burp was a loud, strained "AaaaAAAaaaahhh!" that came from deep within Sorrelpaw. It was followed by a series of more rapid, high-pitched burps, each one escaping with less control than the last. "Brrraaaap! Brrraap! Brrrraap!" The burps were uncontrollable, and Sorrelpaw's face turned an even deeper shade of red with each one.
Ivyfrost watched with an unyielding expression, her gaze not softening despite Sorrelpaw's clear distress. The burps continued to force their way out, each one echoing through the camp. Sorrelpaw's tiny body shook with each release, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to handle the ordeal.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sorrelpaw's burping subsided. Exhausted and defeated, she slowly got to her feet, her massive belly still prominently swollen. The effort had taken a toll on her, and she waddled slowly away from Ivyfrost, tears welling in her eyes.
Hiccuping and sobbing, Sorrelpaw made her way towards Iceclaw, who was resting nearby. She tried to hide behind him, her small frame dwarfed by the larger cat. Ivyfrost's calls of "Sorrelpaw, come back here!" went unanswered as Sorrelpaw buried her face against Iceclaw's fur.
"Iceclaw," Sorrelpaw cried, her voice muffled and full of distress. "Please help me... I feel so awful..."
Iceclaw's eyes widened in concern as he gently nudged Sorrelpaw, his expression softening with sympathy. "Oh, Sorrelpaw, you're okay. Let's get you some rest and help you feel better," he said soothingly.
Ivyfrost, standing a short distance away, watched the scene with a mix of irritation and surprise. Her frustration had been replaced by a cold, indifferent demeanor as she saw Sorrelpaw's reaction. The sight of Sorrelpaw hiding behind Iceclaw, still hiccuping and wailing, left Ivyfrost unmoved, her own anger overshadowing any guilt.
As Sorrelpaw clung to Iceclaw, the small kit's burps were replaced by soft hiccups, each one escaping with a small gasp. Ivyfrost's calls for her to come back were ignored, and she remained resolutely silent, her gaze fixed on the heart-wrenching scene before her.
In the end, Ivyfrost's harsh actions had led Sorrelpaw to seek comfort from the more gentle Iceclaw, and Ivyfrost's own feelings were left unresolved as she watched the two from a distance. The night fell, and the camp was quiet, the only sounds being Sorrelpaw's occasional hiccups and Iceclaw's soothing reassurances.
As Sorrelpaw found solace behind Iceclaw, the divide between her and Ivyfrost seemed wider than ever, and the consequences of Ivyfrost's actions lingered in the air, unresolved and heavy.
