- Feb 28, 2024
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✧.* If there was one thing Silverpaw disliked about New-leaf, it was the pollen. Although this was his first New-Leaf, he already found himself disliking that singular part of it. Pollen relentlessly tickled his nose, it clung to his fur and made him unbearably itchy, it had no mercy for the poor apprentice as he attempted to do his duties. Even a short hunting trip had become a sneezing fit, leaving Silverpaw to resign back to the camp with nothing. His sneezing would only frighten prey that had finally begun to emerge, leaving them to dart back to their dens and leave him with nothing to hunt. However, he didn't want to just sit around idly whilst others completed their chores. That would be lazy. Silverpaw wasn't lazy. He just... had some problems being around flowers, it seemed. Though they were quite the beauty to look upon, the moment he drew close another sneeze would burst forth. How irritating.
His tail lashed behind him as he stood just outside of camp, not entering but not straying too far, attempting to seek out something to do. He supposed he could train, but- that thought had quickly been shut down as another sneeze erupted from him. It would be far too distracting trying to train whilst sneezing up a storm. Though his expression remained as blank as ever, if one were to look close they could see the annoyance brewing in his gaze. Silverpaw rubbed at his nose, having grown sore from the merciless attacks upon it. The skin beneath his fur had grown itchy once more and he stubbornly ignored the need to scratch. He had to find something he could do. Silverpaw didn't enjoy being cooped up in the camp. His paws itched to be useful somehow (or maybe it was another wave of itchiness that had spread) and he just wanted to move around and do something. Anything. Stars, he was desperate enough to even go up to someone an start a conversation. Or, well, maybe he wasn't, as he didn't want to put himself into an awkward position. And sitting around to talk wasn't productive.
"ACHOO!" another sneeze sounded, and Silverpaw inwardly groaned. Really, how bad could this pollen be that it was making him sneeze this much? Sure, the abundance of flowers that had burst from the earth to decorate the land were surely a component, but he hadn't seen anyone else sneezing as much as him. Was his nose just sensitive? Perhaps. He didn't know. Then again, it wasn't like he spoke to others much. But in his own silent observations, he could be sure it wasn't necessarily the most normal occurrence. Digging his claws into the ground, Silverpaw stifled another urge to scratch as he mulled over his thoughts. Maybe if he found something to do, it could take his mind off of the sneezing. Maybe. Hopefully. Right now, he was almost wishing it was Leafbare again. He'd much rather be cold than be... this.
"A- ACHOO!"
His tail lashed behind him as he stood just outside of camp, not entering but not straying too far, attempting to seek out something to do. He supposed he could train, but- that thought had quickly been shut down as another sneeze erupted from him. It would be far too distracting trying to train whilst sneezing up a storm. Though his expression remained as blank as ever, if one were to look close they could see the annoyance brewing in his gaze. Silverpaw rubbed at his nose, having grown sore from the merciless attacks upon it. The skin beneath his fur had grown itchy once more and he stubbornly ignored the need to scratch. He had to find something he could do. Silverpaw didn't enjoy being cooped up in the camp. His paws itched to be useful somehow (or maybe it was another wave of itchiness that had spread) and he just wanted to move around and do something. Anything. Stars, he was desperate enough to even go up to someone an start a conversation. Or, well, maybe he wasn't, as he didn't want to put himself into an awkward position. And sitting around to talk wasn't productive.
"ACHOO!" another sneeze sounded, and Silverpaw inwardly groaned. Really, how bad could this pollen be that it was making him sneeze this much? Sure, the abundance of flowers that had burst from the earth to decorate the land were surely a component, but he hadn't seen anyone else sneezing as much as him. Was his nose just sensitive? Perhaps. He didn't know. Then again, it wasn't like he spoke to others much. But in his own silent observations, he could be sure it wasn't necessarily the most normal occurrence. Digging his claws into the ground, Silverpaw stifled another urge to scratch as he mulled over his thoughts. Maybe if he found something to do, it could take his mind off of the sneezing. Maybe. Hopefully. Right now, he was almost wishing it was Leafbare again. He'd much rather be cold than be... this.
"A- ACHOO!"
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ooc → ⊱✿⊰ Spring is in the air! But unfortunately, so is loads of pollen. Write about how your character reacts to this change in the air!
→ open!
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→ WindClan apprentice
→ Transgender male (he/him)
→ Seven moons; ages every month
→ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
→ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
╰┈➤ penned by liobleu