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When the wind wailed this dissonant song, when the clouds roared their tantrums and flashed with anger, Twitchbolt was never in camp. His name was a hint to this pastime, unusual to most- for someone so easily-scared, so accident-avoidant, getting close to storms seemed an unfathomable reality. But he'd heard the rumbling, distracting him from his tracking- buried his catch for later and let the rain through the needles flatten his static-stung pelt, scaling the trees as the sky flashed behind him. The lightning only struck when his back was turned, it seemed- when he was focused on getting higher, leaping to the next branch, he would see the fading light, but whip his head around to see nothing.
He was high up- higher than he'd scaled in a while, all while a storm raged afar and a flood spat from the sky. Careless of the danger- or, perhaps, used to it- Twitchbolt's determined eyes met the bruised clouds, widened despite the rain. "Look at me!" he roared, amusement thick in his tone, his smile sure and determined despite his uncontrollable jitter. He did not expect to reach the storm- but he called for it, and it replied. He was blinded for a moment wit a sudden flash of light- and then, several seconds after, a distant, low grumble.
He did not know how far StarClan's power reached. Whether it was just the night sky they walked, or whether their spangled sprawl spanned storms or daylight, too. Which one of you was that? he thought, before he could stop it- though when it settled, he did not push it away.
He was high up- higher than he'd scaled in a while, all while a storm raged afar and a flood spat from the sky. Careless of the danger- or, perhaps, used to it- Twitchbolt's determined eyes met the bruised clouds, widened despite the rain. "Look at me!" he roared, amusement thick in his tone, his smile sure and determined despite his uncontrollable jitter. He did not expect to reach the storm- but he called for it, and it replied. He was blinded for a moment wit a sudden flash of light- and then, several seconds after, a distant, low grumble.
He did not know how far StarClan's power reached. Whether it was just the night sky they walked, or whether their spangled sprawl spanned storms or daylight, too. Which one of you was that? he thought, before he could stop it- though when it settled, he did not push it away.
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