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She sneezed, followed by a slight, soft wheeze. It was an unseemly little scene, and she felt embaressed for it, but if anyone had looked her way she would have just thrown them a small, awkward, "I'm so sorry you had to see that!" grin and a very distressed, soft laugh, as if to apolgize for her very existence. Spring time was miserable for her; the pollon and the change in air had brought with it an onslaught of minor headaches, sinus infections, and all sorts of other small ailments that made her days a little more painful than she would have liked. But she swallowed any of her troubles down, she wouldn't dare complain about it. And besides, it wasn't like she could really go to the medicine cat and the medicine cat apprentice; Twilightdance was barely trained and Lilacpaw wanted nothing to do with his job, she was sure if she sneezed like she had a moment ago in front of the latter he would have kicked her out of the den in a heartbeat.
So, she suffered, though she wouldn't have called it suffering. She was just learning to endure what she had already realized she would be enduring for the rest of her life; terrible allergies and a horrible constitution. So, sitting near the far edge of camp, trying not to gross anyone out, Periwinklepaw gave a soft swipe over her nose -- raw and sensitive as it was from the constant bombardment of all the allergens on the spring air that had floodeded into their cavern -- and tried to pretend like nothing had ever happened, everything was fine.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 26, 2022 20:04:08 GMT -5
trotting around the gloomy cats around him bunnypaw heard the sneeze and wheeze from his clanmate, with a curious glance he spotted the she-cat, Periwinklepaw. She always seemed to have something wrong going on, he thought to himself. though, it was a cat he did not know, and not knowing a cat was against his nature. So with his tail high he trotted over with a deceptively friendly smile gracing his soft baby face. "Allergies?" He mewed sympathetically.
Just as she knew she would, the moment she was acknowledged an awkward laugh rose from her throat, a strained little smile filled with an, "Oh god, he saw!" hint of humiliated distress. It wasn't like she planned it out, it wasn't an air, she just knew herself too well. Knew what the heat of a stare of another cat looking at them while she looked "gross" or "unkempt" from illness would make her do, she had been in the situation far too many times recently. She tried very hard not to be -- lord knows how many coughs she had chocked down or sneezes she had put a forced stop to -- but inevitably some went through; often, she'd found, at the worst times.
"Yep, al-ler-gies!" She confirmed back, in a bashful, sing-song sort of way that was as much spoken as it was giggled out, like if she played it off as a sort of charming little quirk it wouldn't be so distressing; before finally taking the time to look over who she was actually talking to. Her orange gaze met Bunnypaw's with a slightly timid softness, but it was friendly all the same. Unlike the other apprentice, she knew who he was; she knew most of the cats in the clan, really, if only from afar. She was the one peering from the nicer side of the apprentice den back at all the healthier, and ironically mostly inferior, cats in the den, the one who at classes stayed like a wall flower at a distance until cats of her class were called, and even then, her health meant sometimes she was excused of anything pressing all together. Even during trials she often lingered at the far edges instead of in front, making use of any kind gentlemen who would see a slightly shaken young lady and have the mercy to block her view of a bloody blow too gruesome for feminine eyes; an act she always appreciated greatly, but meant to most she was invisible, hidden behind someone else who bore witness to what happened for her. If clan life in nightclan had been an oil painting, she was the lady in the far corner, face blurred out, a lovely parasol behind her head-- always a witness to the action, never a part of it. And so, as a sign of recognition, in a sign of quiet, lady-like politness, she dipped her head to the tom. "You're Bunnypaw, right? Nice to meet you, I don't think we've talked much before." She said, her previously feigned smile blossoming instead into a real, demure one in greeting.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 27, 2022 23:07:13 GMT -5
{i am playing in the pixelmon server at the same time as typing this and a miltank in the background is going to drive me insane... every few seconds MOOOOOOO }
Bunnypaw chuckled at her sing song mew, "indeed i am Bunnypaw, i have to be honest, i've seen you around, but don't think i caught your name?" he mewed emphesising the your, and twitching his ears in a false bashfulness. He wanted to appear as friendly as he could to the she-cat, so he put on his best attitude, and besides, she seemed to kind to be mean to. "You seem to always have that cough, i could get you some honey?" he offered his help, was it out of kindness? or just trying to rise in the ranks? who was to say, but for the moment, it showed as an act of kindness. He gave her the friendliest look he could, "or would you like some company? you seem to be alone a lot, your too pretty to be by yourself!" a bold tom he was, not afraid of words, or others reactions to them.
