sensitive topics wrap you up in cloth // "symptoms"

[► Sneezefur.]

𖤓​⚘ KISS IT ALL BETTER I'M NOT READY TO GO ⚘𖤓​

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sneezefur & 30 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan warrior ​

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When seezefur wakes that morning, it is not a pretty sight. it's not that the pale furred tom is all that nice to look at on a good day, a tangle of crooked limbs and scars, but it's not been this bad in a while. Ick-soaked muzzle sniffs and snuffles, nose running and dripping down his face. Eyes half-sealed with gunk, the entire world gone lurry. Strangely enough though, he hardly seems concerned - even in the midst of yellowcough, the tom knows well what this is. Seasonal allergies - an illness he's fought every leaf-fall since kittenhood, and the reason for his name. Sickly and sneezing, simply because the leaves have decided to fall and rot. He groans, tossing and turning in his nest, contemplating. Today will clearly be miserable regardless - can't he at least sleep in just once?

— stay with me until i fall asleep, stay with me 𖤓

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: just allergies not yellowcough, but feel free to have y/c be concerned anyways!
  tw/cw: gross depictions of allergies
  
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  — a stick figure feline, all sharp lines and awkward angles, sneezefur's body bears the story of a harsh life on the twolegplace streets. his mostly white pelt is littered in scars, leaving him looking rather unpleasant to most. the one exception is shockingly bright seafoam gaze, long-lashed and angular, shining like gemstones upon his face. he's never once said a word to his clanmates, his vocabulary seemingly limited to quiet hums and grunts, but some swear they've heard him talking when alone.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#50c878]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[SMOKESTAR]

"-what do you mean Sneezefur is dying?"
A pair of well-intentioned but alarmingly foolish apprentices had said as much and sent him wandering to the warrior's den with heavy steps and a great weight of concern upon his back. Just from what he'd been told of the tom 'wheezing and sniffling' he had every reason to assume the worst. They had just lost Flutterpaw, Mudpelt had joined the medicine cat den occupants not too long ago as well, there was no such thing as overeacting at this point. RiverClan was in an epidemic and he needed cats to start doing their due dilligence and going to Ravensong before it escalated.
Smokethroat's dark head peeks into the den as he finally reaches it, sees the pale and spotted warrior curled into their nest and he pricks his ears upward to hear the unmistakeable sound of a rattling breathe being drawn. His head turns to the nearest cat behind him, "...get Ravensong." Before he takes a step forward through the tall reeds to lift his head and speak, "Sneezefur...? Are you alright?"
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