Sweater Weather ~ The Weather Outside is Frightful (OPEN)

{A continuation of this topic}

After being jumped on by the Twoleg, Sunflower ran faster than he'd even run before. She'd attached some sort of pelt to him and no matter how much he thrashed about or tried to rub himself against the trees on his way back, it was no use. The soft-pelt didn't seem to be doing any sort of harm to him, but did he even take a moment to stop and think about it? Absolutely not. All that the cowardly tom could process right now was Twolegs were never to be trusted and this thing. whatever it was, needed to get off of him.

Crashing through the camp entrance, Sunflower skidded to a halt and the aching pain in his lungs from sprinting the entire length back to camp caught up with him, and within moments, his lungs practically burst into flames. "Sp-Spottedstar, Sagel-light," he huffed through a dry and raspy throat, not really knowing who else to ask for in such a situation. Heart racing and unsure of what to do, and tears streaming down his pale face, the abnormally tall tom dropped to the ground and began rubbing his back against the blanket of snow as if he had been bitten by a pesky bug.

Great StarClan, he was the biggest of mousebrains and quite frankly deserved whatever was happening to him. The fact that he'd taken food from a Twoleg and had trusted her for even a second? How was he going to possibly explain that to his clanmates? Well... he wouldn't. As far as they were concerned, a Twoleg jumped him and here he was, enough said.

Reminiscing on her kithood was something that had lead her to scour the edges of camp for any signs of bugs. Even after a rather fruitless effort, the she-cat was persistent in her efforts. It was only the fearful calling of her father that caused her ears to perk and her head to whip around. What Basilpaw saw was the very last thing she had ever expected... Sunflower was blue. Abandoning her previous task, the apprentice set out to see what was the matter. It appeared that part of the sky had abandoned its place above and created a second skin for the warrior. She sniffed at it curiously before saying anything to him. The scents she found there caused her whiskers to twitch and her nose to itch. There was a strange and foreign smell there. Pulling away, she looked up at him, and back to the foreign thing before inquiring, "What happened, Sunflower? What is this? Why is it on you? We need to get it off... this doesn't seem right. No one else has worn the sky on their backs before, have they? I've never seen it at least?" Hesitantly at first, she snagged her sharp little teeth in the side before pulling back at the fabric. It hardly budged. When her efforts appeared to be in vain, she looked around for the leadership that Sunflower had meekly called over. Perhaps they would know what to do.

Swanpaw looked up as the panicked, dry rasp of her brother's voice reached her ears, her ears twisting back as her fur prickled with sudden fear. She was greeted by the sight of his skinny body desperately rubbing against the ground, something blue stuck to him. "Sunflower? What's going on?"

Hurrying over, her tail twitching behind her, she reached him just after Basilpaw, her heart twisting at his tearstained, panicked face. Taking a deep breath, she stilled her tail and tried to look calm. She's right, it does look like he's wearing the sky.... Except it looked more like.... She leaned forwards, drawing the scent of it into her mouth and flattening her ears as the stench hit her.

"Sunflower, how did you... what.... Why have you got a twoleg pelt on you?"

"Twoleg pelt? What?" Wolfcall came upon the scene just in time to hear Swanpaw's exclamation, and he pricked uncertainly, keeping his distance as Sunflower writhed on the ground. He pinned his ears too, eyes narrowing in confusion. The long legged tom WAS covered in... well, something he couldn't quite identify. Something very strange. "Does... does it hurt..?" He asked. "Should I fetch Sagelight..?"

Sagelight heard a commotion outside and the hints of his name being called. Pulling himself away from his work, he padded out of his den only to see Sunflower covered in...something. It was blue like the sky. "Sunflower?" he called, squinting. "What in StarClan--...What is that?" The medicine cat prodded at the blue pelt-like thing with a paw, frowning. It felt soft like a pelt but it absolutely reeked of Twolegs. Sagelight wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Where did you get this?"

The commotion pulled Spottedstar out of his den. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see, however, and he halted in place in shock and confusion. His clanmates poked and prodded at Sunflower's odd blue pelt, remarking on its color and stench. "Ugh, great StarClan, Sunflower. I'd ban you from bringing that smell into camp if the cold wouldn't kill you." The leader appraoched, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed. The pelt didn't look like it was coming off ery quickly. "Look... I don't want other Clans seeing this and thinking we fraternize with twolegs. You're not going on patrols or to gatherings until we get this sorted out."

Wriggling around on the ground, Sunflower didn't bother paying much attention to the surrounding voices, though some of what they said did stick out. The sky? Is this what wearing the sky felt like? If so, it was absolutely horrid.

Jumping up, the urge to run off and try and rip it off against a tree was great, but he stopped when Sagelight came over and tried to pull it off. "A... A T-Twoleg," he huffed, his hind legs shaking violently from a mixture of fear and the chilly air. Snapping his head towards another familiar voice, Spottedstar had joined the scene at his panicked beckoning. Upon the leader beginning to speak, Sunflower's ears rested flat against his long head and he lowered his maw in embarrassment. This was all his fault... he deserved to be ashamed of himself.

Staying quiet, the abnormally tall tom nodded his head slowly in acknowledgement as the leader finished. Lifting a hind leg, he scratched at his side. How in Silverpelt's name was he ever going to get this thing off of him?