Ugh, Allergies... ￫ pollen prompt.

[Silverpaw.]

✧.* 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!"
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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Seven moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
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[SOOTSPOT]

The time of rebirth had become nothing short of a pain for the Tunneler. Underground, the air was damp but familiar, not necessarily pleasant to breathe in, but lacking any short-term harm. Up on the surface where the pollen scattered, there was a heaviness to his face that felt like a kitten hanging off of it, there was a stuffiness to his breaths that made him wonder just what had gotten stuck up his nostrils. Long fur did little to stop the itchiness to sensitive skin either. Sootspot was bereft to learn that the strongest bloodline in WindClan had a glaring weakness (the sniffles), but, in some divine intervention, he didn't seem to have it worse than others in his fractured home. The steady rise in sneezes had begun to keep the chimera up at night and alert during the day; this sunhigh was no exception. As the mud-flecked tom walked past the entrance to camp, an 'ACHOO!' rang in his ears like the hiss of a rattlesnake, ending his spine arching towards the sky faster than a leopard. His tail lashed behind him as his heart filled with panic, his stare growing indignant as soon as he found the source of the noise.

Before he got the chance to say anything, Silverpaw's allergies attacked him again. With a yellow crust at his tear ducts, Sootspot's blinks were heavy, though, not for any affection for the apprentice who'd frightened him so. The small tom straightened his posture, making himself appear as big as possible before a trainee who wasn't his own. Time was of the essence to see tunneling projects completed, who had approved of this apprentice's absence of duty? 'WindClan's growing soft...' He realised with the twitch of his mouth. Gone were the days where others would be worked to the bone, the efficiency of his mother's rule becoming an afterthought so quickly in the mind's of others that he couldn't help but fight against it. "You are not sick... and yet you remain here. Why does training with your clanmates elude you? Sneezing is hardly an effective strategy against your enemies." Despite his smile, the warrior's accusations were not friendly, his pride stung from the brief fear scent that'd washed over him moments ago. Staring down at the other, the snakelike eyes of Sootspot awaited an explanation.



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[Mintshade]

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WindClan was changing, a lot more than she was prepared for and while she did miss the guts and glory days a little she rolled her shoulders and accepted that it wasn't meant to be.
"Bless yo-AACHOOO!" Before she could even get the words out a sneeze so sudden and powerful burst from her with enough force she lurched forward in a stagger, Mintshade scowled at Silverpaw as though it was his fault before shaking her head and trying to rid her pelt of the yellow clusters of sticky pollen that were so blatantly visible on her dark coat. Her one-sided glowering contest with the gray apprentice was interupted as she spotted Sootspot there, stiff commentary and boring dribble and all; "Naw, it's real good for fighting actually I think!" She chided, leaning over with her head bent and head tilted down before forcing a fake sneeze in his direction to send little bits of her spittle flying with a grin.
"Careful, I've got like - every disease. I think I'm going to go roll around in Wolfsong's den!" Long spidery legs lifted as she pranced along away from the scene, adamant on her sudden decision and inspiration to pester the medicine cat for no reason other than it had been a while since she had. He'd grouched at her over her back for too long when she had been torn to pieces during the initial retreat and her fire had been briefly doused by her own anger and inability to fight but now she was ready to get back to her usual schemes.
"Silverpaw, if it gets REALLY bad go dunk yourself in the sunwarmed pools."

☣︎ All my friends are heathens, take it slow ☣︎ — Wait for them to ask you who you know

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  —⊰⋅ Warrior (Moor Runner) of WindClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ SH Solid black cat w/ acid green eyes.
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The sound of loud sneezing draws Scorchstreak’s attention, dappled ears flattening against her head with annoyance. The persistent pollen tickling at her nose must not solely be her own issue, she thinks with a huff. She has spent most of her days underground, far below the reach of most of the pollen that drifts across the moorland like a cloud of yellowed smoke. As she makes her way to the source of the sound, she finds an addled looking Silverpaw and an irritated looking—though if there has ever truly been a time when he appeared pleasant, then she is unaware of it—Sootspot. She is reminded of the misery of the sneezing fits she’d been thrown into back at the horseplace, and although her fellow tunneler scolds the apprentice, she merely flicks an ear in understanding. "The flowers would be nicer without the pollen, wouldn’t they?"

Mintshade’s insistence that she has every disease is met with an unimpressed glance, though it is not harsh as it would hav been were she truly annoyed. Diseases of the head, she thinks wryly, but says nothing aloud. Still, the midnight-hued moor runner’s antics are enough to draw the hint of a smile upon her muzzle. It is nice to see some of her clanmates coming back around to being their usual mischievous selves, even if it means that she risks becoming the butt of their jokes. ​

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw wonders to herself if her thoughts would've careened a different direction if StarClan had never chosen her to fit into her role. If she were a warrior, like her sisters and brothers, would she care for the health of her Clanmates in the way she does now? Perhaps minutely, but not to the degree of wondering if there's much she can do to help.

Life is funny like that, she supposes, and she tucks the question for Wolfsong away. Why do some cats, like SIlverpaw and her brother, struggle with the coming of newleaf, whilst cats like herself and Scorchstreak seem to have little to no issue? She'd think it another widespread illness if not for the fact that each 'ailed' cat seemed normal other than their itchy noses. And then there's Mintshade... she loves her aunt, and her antics make her giggle, but she isn't sure if the black furred molly can be included in her research pool.

"The sunwarmed pool would clean the pollen off of you," she hums, "That is, if there's no pollen in it already."​

 

[SUNNVAR]

Even as a leader so strong as he tries to be, Sunstar cannot even pretend he is immune to this terror upon their camp. His time among the herbs of Wolfsong's den may have strengthened him to the stench itself, but nothing could prepare him for the. . . dust, of a sort, that has descended upon their home. Every breath feels laborious and thick. As if he was inhaling snow without the bite of cold. And without the melt that would swiftly follow. He would prefer that a dozen times over to this. At least with snow, he has experience. This has Sunstar out of his depth. At the suggestion of the sunwarmed pool, his reticence begins to thaw. Sootspot may be right that they would be far better off training than being out here discussing this and sneezing, but he was hardly the cat to say it.

After all, his own apprentice was now under much more capable paws.

"Perhaps a trip is in order, before either of you two scare off whatever prey remains in our territory. Mintshade does well enough scaring them off, even without your help." A wry smile meets his eyes, though he did not follow on his urge to jostle the dark warrior's shoulder. It would be his luck that she fell into another fit as soon as he did, and he would have to tell his mate another vigil was in place. This time for his own carelessness. It was not the way to end the rest of Sootstar's family.

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

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[Silverpaw.]

✧.* He hadn't expected his relentless sneezing to have attracted so many to surround him, though he supposed his location just outside of camp couldn't do much to help that. Silverpaw had attempted to rest here as to not disturb anyone– be it his Clanmates or prey within the territory– but it was unavoidable that his ruckus would draw attention. The silver apprentice silently cursed his predicament, only barely managing to stifle another sneeze as more Clanmates approached. First to come had been Sootspot, though Silverpaw was oblivious to the fright that he had caused the warrior. Instead, his gaze hardened, listening to the other's words with a blank expression. If he could train in this state, he would be. But the infuriating sneezing and merciless itching of his entire body did nothing more than hinder his abilities to do literally anything. The smallest twitch of his lips had them pulling into a frown, but he quickly wiped away the expression and raised his head.

Before he could respond, however, Mintshade's form came into view, her own sneeze sounding. He blinked, pupils contracting as she glowered at him briefly. Why was she looking at him like that?! He was just as much of a victim to these allergies as she was! Silverpaw didn't particularly pay any mind to her absurd belief of having every disease, watching her retreat. Her last words, though, caught Silverpaw's interest. The Sunwarmed Pools? Although he didn't... enjoy water, he would much rather be wet than continue with this wretched problem of his any longer. He greatly considered it, eyes becoming distant as he thought over the possibility before another voice snapped him back to focus. Stars, he might as well have attracted the entire Clan with his sneezing. Scorchstreak's appearance was met with the silent flick of an ear, though he did nod at her words. The flowers that had bloomed were indeed wonderful, but the pollen that came with them had the silver apprentice grinding his teeth with annoyance. And with that thought, another sneeze shook his small body, followed by a low, exasperated groan.

Cottonpaw's words had his tail twitching. If the Sunwarmed Pools were infected with the pollen as well, all hope would be lost. If he had to be like this all Newleaf... he might as well just retreat to the tunnels and become a rabbit for the season. Although he ultimately disliked Leafbare the most, Newleaf was quickly becoming a close contender.

Oh, even the leader had become privy to his situation. Silverpaw inwardly groaned, the itch beneath his skin mixing into that of discomfort at all the attention he had brought to himself. He considered the possibility of becoming a rabbit once more as his attention centered on Sunstar, briefly dipping his head in respect to the leader.

"This apprentice will accept anything that may allow him to return to his duties without issue," he responded after a moment. His voice was even, though it held a slight rasp and uncharacteristic stuffiness to it that had been caused by the allergies. Damn you, pollen! Sootspot had been right– he was useless just sitting around here waiting for the sneezing to keep attacking him. Sneezing did nothing to help his training, after all! Absentmindedly, he rubbed at his nose again, shaking out his fur in an attempt to dislodge some pollen that had clung to him. All that did, though, was cause yet another sneeze, and this time Silverpaw allowed himself to curse under his breath. Oh, the ever-so-stoic Silverpaw, brought to his breaking point by some pollen. And in front of his Clanmates as well! How humiliating!!!!​

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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan Tunneler apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Seven moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu