camp a beautiful day in the neighborhood || Sunshine rain

[Rockpaw]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ The heat baked his fur, and Rockpaw was certain he would have caught fire if it weren't for the sporadic breeze or fluffy cloud that blocked the sun's rays. Cats of all ages were splashing and playing in the river today, while some moved downstream in search of prey. Cats were jumping in and out of the breaking waves, leaving wet patches on the soft grass.



Rockpaw was cooling off on a muddy area some distance away from the river, which was shimmering in the light. From the sidelines, worried green eyes observed everyone playing; he couldn't help if someone was drowning, but he could at least watch youngsters. Though there was a tiny part of him that longed to dive in, he could never bring himself to risk getting swept beneath.



A chilly droplet of water landed on his charred fur. His head turned to face the cheerful blue sky, Rockpaw's body stiffened up. Abruptly, rain began to fall, soaking everyone who was out enjoying the day and chilling the ground. "Whoa that's cold, the rain sure came out of nowhere." He laughed and got up to his paws, seeing his muddy patch turn into a puddle in no time.

ooc Information

• ooc: —
• 

  Rockpaw— He/Him ･ 9 moons ･ Riverclan apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A charcoal ticked Tom with a yellow chest and underbelly.
  
  ☀︎ Tags​

​

 

[SUNPAW.]

Rain. She loved the rain. And even though someone might think that her first gut instinct would be to curse the sky for ruining such a beautiful, sunny day - the truth was quite the opposite. Among the cats diving into the river and cooling off in the water, she was also one of the first ones out of the body of water and upon the shore, paws tapping as she looks up into the sky.

"Not as cold as the river!" she calls towards Rockpaw, in a rather good mood at the moment as she flicks her ears and lets the drops fall on her face. She loved the rain, even back when she was little little - even back when she was a kittypet, when it would pitter-patter off of the strange Twoleg nest and make weird sounds on the strange material it was made out of. But there's something even better about it now, filling the earth with that fresh scent. "It's been forever since I've seen a good rain."
​

 

[BLACKPAW]

Even with the endless love for the water, ironically, rain is only weather that holds the most impact to Blackkit, her fragile mind and heavy heart. Each little droplet are remnants of her hauntings from the dark past, all light slaughtered. Blackkit have been gathering many shiny rocks and shells at a sideline of the river for her to hoard in her secret stashes until Earth bears the sky's tears, although the pleasant kind in the continuous daylight to her surprise.

Sunrain.

Blackkit doesn't say anything to add onto the forming reactions of her Clanmates. While her gaze only remains on the blue endearing sky, her focus fixates on the heavenly fact this weather does exist. The hope that it brings. She doesn't think she has ever seen this phenomena before, always being drenched by the cold rain in deep dark. It's beautiful. Blackkit thinks of her, with the sweet sunshines in smiles and infinite love across warm amber eyes.

Her mama would've loved the sunrain, this kindling of dark shattering hope.
​

 

[MERLINPAW ✦]

Green-Leaf heat was giving way quickly and reluctantly to the chill of Leaf-Fall... or so Merlinpaw had been told. He's still far too young to have experienced his first one, but if anything about the morning and evening chill was something to go by as an omen for future moons, they'd welcome the change in temperature. The rain, too, had been lacking as of late, and it reminded Merlinpaw of his first few moons, back in New-Leaf, when it rained far more frequently. This sudden shower was something he tended to welcome, even as it seemed some others in camp tended to turn up their noses at the precipitation.

Rockpaw and Sunpaw were not some of those cats.

Merlin watches as two of their denmates do not rush and find cover, seemingly enthralled by the sunshower for one reason or another. They don't share this enthusiasm, and, in fact, they can't really understand why any cat would react with such joy at the idea of getting caught in the rain. So they don't say anything to add to the conversation, instead, Merlinpaw finds themself sitting in the entrance to the apprentices' den, simply watching as the clan reacts and his denmates find themselves acting like kits again.

Isn't it odd? He just can't grasp where the delight at the rain had come from... it's just rain, is it not?

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

• 
  

  ooc -

•  
• 
  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him * 8 moons
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  penned by Neptune.

​