pafp just stay with me [stuck in the mud pt 2]

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The moors are alive with color, bursting at the seams with the flowers that have sprung up seemingly out of nowhere. Along with the melting snow have come the first springtime rainstorms, splattering the moorland with new water puddles and the occasional patch of mud. Gravelsnap's white pelt is standing up decently to the pollen in the air and the mud on the ground, with few stains across the white portions despite their hunting efforts. Similarly, they think that Periwinklebreeze's pelt looks just as pretty as always, fluffy and soft—they glance over at the other tom, momentarily looking away from where they're following after the scent of a rabbit.

"Your fur looks nice today," they say, pushing their way through the tall wildflower stems—and unwisely ignoring the way that their paws sink slightly into the dirt. They don't consider the risk of their recklessness, distracted as they are by the other moor runner. It isn't until their paws begin to stick, requiring more effort to lift each of them, that realization strikes them. "Peri," they call out, hazel eyes wide as they look around for their companion, "are you stuck, too?" They turn to look behind them—and sure enough, there the other warrior is, paw-deep in the same mud puddle. Looking around, the mud stretches wide around them both, offering little chance for escape.

Well, at least they're stuck together… again. Gravelsnap sighs, and attempts to brush their black tail lightly over Periwinklebreeze's muzzle. Surely the white parts of both their pelts won't be so clean after this. "Not again," they groan, tipping their head back in frustration. They think back to the last time this happened, nearly a year ago. Tigerfrost and Badgermoon had helped to fish them out, while Snakehiss and Bluepool had scolded them. This time, though, Gravelsnap does not fear being swallowed whole by the mud—they only fear the laughter of their clanmates.

// @Periwinklebreeze.​

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Despite the confessions that linger between them, they are still as close as ever. Friends.

The word is heavier than it should be, and yet periwinklebreeze cannot find it within himself to break that tentative peace, to send ripples and waves through the calm waters. Becoming lead warrior has given him more to do - less time to linger on the thoughts which bother him. The hunting patrol is a nice break - a normal activity he could do in his sleep, for how long he's been doing them. That gravesnap is with him is only a bonus - a faint flush dusting his dark cheeks at the proximity.

It's this hyperawareness of the oter that has him making a mistake - breathe all but wheezing as he hears the words. Gravelsnap... thinks he looks nice? Him? Nice? Jaw opens to deny it, or perhaps to return a compliment in kind - utterly flustered as paws stumble, squelching as they slide into the slick muck underpaw. " Stars! what th-the oh, " come frantic mutterings as he too realizes the predicament they find themselves in. And then he snorts - the sharp sound quickly followed by quieter tinkling laughter as he beams.

Annoying as it is, he can't help but find the situation a bit funny.

Eyes glimmer as tail flicks across his muzzle, the boys own swishing carefully to avoid the ground - keep the dried petals as clean as can be after all they've been through. " St-starclan must have a s-sense of humor after all - or p-perhaps newleaf j-j-just hates us, " he jokes quietly. At least now he knows they will not leave him to die - not that he wouldn't still give up his life for gravelsnap's in a heartbeat, no, just that it wasn't necessary in the first place.

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[REDHEART]

Redheart usually adored the warmer moons blessing his pelt. The wind whipping through him as he practically flew over the hills. Yet, with the uprising of rain all that was left behind was muddy trenches. It put a significant damper on the tabbies brighter demeanor. Still, cats needed to eat and his paws were more than capable. A fat rabbit hung limply in the Moor Runners jowls as ick clung to his lengthy coat. Trudging through all the much his ears caught the sound of clanmates murmuring. Turning their head curiously the tom spots said duo stuck mid-way in a pit of mud. Oh? A mixture of amusement and concern cause their brows to lift and his paws to change course.

Carefully avoiding the obvious dips of brown patches as he neared. Plopping down his catch the warrior beams a smile at the two. Voice light as laughter plays on his call. "Well now, how'd this happen? Need a paw?" There was no judgement in his perplexed expression. If anything he was impressed that Periwinklebreeze and Gravelstep hadn't sunk further.​

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Periwinklebreeze suggests that this could be StarClan's idea of a joke, and Hazel eyes shift upward, to where the clear sky up above disguises the shining of the stars. Their eyes narrow for a moment, something like lighthearted annoyance overcoming them—what a cruel joke to play, if it is the truth. Still, he supposes that it could be a joke from one of his relatives. Or perhaps it is sent from a cat from another clan, someone who Gravelsnap has met in battle before. They do not keep track of those they have fought; it would be a deserved punishment for their prior actions, they decide. "I think… we may just have terrible luck." He grimaces, and has to cut off the next thing that he wanted to say—but at least I'm stuck with you.

Thankfully, a familiar face comes into view as Redheart approaches them, and though the younger warrior laughs, Gravelsnap cannot detect mockery in his tone. "If you wouldn't mind helping…" they murmur, lowering their head as they stare at the younger tom. He could certainly help them get out of here, if he would only get up and actually do it. "Help Peri first." They are reminded of a year ago, when Mintshade had suggested that they use Peri's body to haul themself out.​

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