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BARKPOOL
Guest
A crack of lightning causes him to flinch, claws extending quickly as he glares back over his shoulder—cursing the storm that seems to have shown up out of nowhere. Retracting his claws, Tree Bark rolls his shoulders in an attempt to relieve their tension. His fur is going to be soaked through when the rain begins, and he scowls at the thought. Worse yet, he’s only managed to catch a single mouse for all his hunting efforts. He’s only halfway back to camp when he feels the first free droplets on his fur, and then it seems that the sky opens up all at once. Within moments he’s being pelted with cold rain, and he takes off in a mad dash for the nearest tree.
Never stand beneath a tree in a storm, his mother’s words remind him, but Tree Bark disregards her for the moment. His nose wrinkles and he sniffs nervously at the air, hoping that nothing bad will happen while he’s taking cover here. "You’ve gotta be kidding me," he mutters, curling his tail across his paws after depositing his caught prey on the ground. He’s not fully shielded from the rain, especially with the wind whipping it around like this, so the fur on the left side of his body is soaked already. With a miserable expression on his face, he glances in the direction of what he now calls home. If he runs fast enough, he might make it back before the mouse he’s caught gets too wet.
Never stand beneath a tree in a storm, his mother’s words remind him, but Tree Bark disregards her for the moment. His nose wrinkles and he sniffs nervously at the air, hoping that nothing bad will happen while he’s taking cover here. "You’ve gotta be kidding me," he mutters, curling his tail across his paws after depositing his caught prey on the ground. He’s not fully shielded from the rain, especially with the wind whipping it around like this, so the fur on the left side of his body is soaked already. With a miserable expression on his face, he glances in the direction of what he now calls home. If he runs fast enough, he might make it back before the mouse he’s caught gets too wet.
[ PENNED BY FOXLORE ]