- Dec 27, 2022
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The coming of spring brings not only warmth, not only flowers. There is also a chill that hangs in the air, occasional dark clouds that blot out the sky and dump rain down upon the moor. Even the most gentle of thunderstorms makes Gravelsnap anxious, though, rumbling thunder echoing in his chest until he trembles with the force of it. He hates it, feeling weak and kit-like, but he can't shake the feeling that it would be so easy to get… swept away. Dropped into the gorge, rushing with white foam, and never seen again. Gravelsnap's conviction is strong, but will they truly go to StarClan if they die now, as they are? Are they a noble, loyal enough warrior? The thought is enough to make their ribs tighten uncomfortably.
It is truly unfortunate that a storm decides to crest in the middle of a patrol. The group, huddled beneath the outcropping of outlook rock, find themselves unable to move from their shelter until the whipping winds and stinging rain finally begin to let up. By the time it's clear enough to emerge from their shelter, Gravelsnap is humiliated, bicolored pelt spiked from where their flank had been pressed up against Periwinklepaw's. Their embarrassment is plain on their face, expression pinched even as the patrol steps out from beneath their rocky rain-shield.
It doesn't take too much time for the patrol to stumble across a perhaps even more unfortunate side effect of springtime thunderstorms. A massive mud puddle blocks the patrol's path, and rather than go all the way around they make the decision to trudge through it. Except… it's deeper than it first appeared, and Gravelsnap grimaces as sticky, slimy mud catches on their ankles, drags their paws back down when they lift them up.
Their ears flatten against their skull, tail lashing with concern. Is everything trying to send them into a panic today? "Oh…" They attempt to lift a paw, but find it difficult to pull it from where it's stuck in the mud puddle. Oh no. In a flash of sudden panic, they attempt to whirl around—only managing to knock themself off balance. Their useless, injured paw is to blame, and they end up nearly face-planting into the mud. There's no way around it: they're stuck.
Gravelsnap turns to look at the nearest member of the patrol—Periwinklepaw, similarly stuck in the ankle-deep mud—with wide eyes, breath catching in their chest for a moment. At least they aren't alone; at least their friend is here with them, caught in a trap that's been brought on by the day's rain. "Can you move?" The question is laced with the beginning of panic. Oh, stars, what if they can't get out? What if they're stuck here forever? They aren't ready to die, they aren't ready to find out if they'll go to StarClan. Wide hazel eyes stay focused on the apprentice, pelt stained with brown mud. What a mess.
// pls wait for @Periwinklebreeze.
It is truly unfortunate that a storm decides to crest in the middle of a patrol. The group, huddled beneath the outcropping of outlook rock, find themselves unable to move from their shelter until the whipping winds and stinging rain finally begin to let up. By the time it's clear enough to emerge from their shelter, Gravelsnap is humiliated, bicolored pelt spiked from where their flank had been pressed up against Periwinklepaw's. Their embarrassment is plain on their face, expression pinched even as the patrol steps out from beneath their rocky rain-shield.
It doesn't take too much time for the patrol to stumble across a perhaps even more unfortunate side effect of springtime thunderstorms. A massive mud puddle blocks the patrol's path, and rather than go all the way around they make the decision to trudge through it. Except… it's deeper than it first appeared, and Gravelsnap grimaces as sticky, slimy mud catches on their ankles, drags their paws back down when they lift them up.
Their ears flatten against their skull, tail lashing with concern. Is everything trying to send them into a panic today? "Oh…" They attempt to lift a paw, but find it difficult to pull it from where it's stuck in the mud puddle. Oh no. In a flash of sudden panic, they attempt to whirl around—only managing to knock themself off balance. Their useless, injured paw is to blame, and they end up nearly face-planting into the mud. There's no way around it: they're stuck.
Gravelsnap turns to look at the nearest member of the patrol—Periwinklepaw, similarly stuck in the ankle-deep mud—with wide eyes, breath catching in their chest for a moment. At least they aren't alone; at least their friend is here with them, caught in a trap that's been brought on by the day's rain. "Can you move?" The question is laced with the beginning of panic. Oh, stars, what if they can't get out? What if they're stuck here forever? They aren't ready to die, they aren't ready to find out if they'll go to StarClan. Wide hazel eyes stay focused on the apprentice, pelt stained with brown mud. What a mess.
// pls wait for @Periwinklebreeze.
[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]