pafp A RAIN TO QUENCH A DEADLY THIRST ☾ Drying off

[THRASHPAW]

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Storms and showers had grown in frequency the past moon, while it may be a hinderance to clans like RiverClan it was only a minor inconvenience to Thrashkit in the safety of the oak forest camp. A particularly harsh sheet of rain passed through, carried through angry and heavy looking clouds. Tinged a dark grey that rivaled her own dark pelt, she had been caught out in it- well that was a lie. They stubbornly insisted on sitting down by the camp entrance, right in the middle of the rain. Though it sniffled and whined at the saturation of their pelt he didn't divert from where he sat. It's routine to sit by the camps entrance, watching on hours at a time rather than spending these moons of kithood playing with their denmates. Maybe it could invite Tigerkit to doing this sometime, she might find it fun but they weren't too sure what actually consitutes as fun.

He did it out of neccessity, to watch those enter and leave. With silent hopes that a corpse might rise and enter the camp to take them away, or was it to ensure that didn't happen? The meaning is lost, it only resides in the shadow of those intentions. Blind to what the original meaning was their mood proven fickle depending on what they decide the purpose is today. Today it's to ensure the dead remain deceased, that's why rain isn't enough of a deterrent for him. Even if his long pelt hangs heavy to growing limbs and developing body, mud is tracked as the drenched kitten returns to the nursery for the night.

Looking more akin to beast than cat in this moment is what crawls into the dry and warm nursery. Milk scent clinging to the air as he scrunches his muzzle, with a pause upon entry he realises that they are maybe a tad too wet to be here but it's already here so why turn back now? To whoever is onlooking it is clear that she holds the intention to shake their head and spray the den with water.

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 5 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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