pafp DOWNPOUR || thunderstorm

[TIGERFROST]

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The hunting patrol he was on started out well enough. The skies were overcast and gloomy, and the wind raced across the moors with an unseen strength that nearly sent him off his paws more than a few times. Still... it was warm, and the prey seemed more plentiful than it had in moons. As new-leaf swept across the land, flowers bloomed and insects buzzed, and animals darted from the the tall grasses, food for the hungry predators that prowled nearby. But, with their jaws laden with prey and camp far behind them, the first signs that something was wrong began to present themselves.

A powerful wind strikes with a damp, earthy scent. And then, over their heads, a roll of thunder echoes across grey skies. Initially, Tigerfrost is not too concerned. A bit of rain was normal for this season, and though he wasn't too keen on getting wet, they'd likely be back within the shelter of WindClan's camp before the storm got too bad. Of course, it seemed nature was not so keen on proving Tigerfrost right. As he directs his patrol back towards camp, the first droplets begin to fall upon his fur. In less than five minutes, the world is shrouded in darkness as the gentle afternoon transforms into a furious downpour. Thunder and lightning clash above their heads, and the rain falls with such intensity that he can barely see where he's going. Nearby, the dark outline of Outlook Rock serves as a beacon, as the chimera shouts for his patrol to follow.

By the time he reaches the stony outcropping, he's already soaked to the bone, and very much irritable. Tigerfrost manages to find some shelter beneath a small overhang of rock, and he drops his rabbit there, peers out where the storm batters the earth with all it's might. The storm doesn't look to be letting up at all, so for now, it seems Tigerfrost and his small patrol would just have to deal with what little shelter they had beneath the stone. The tom huffs, clearly irritable as he begins to lick at his fur, trying to dry himself as best he could.

@Periwinklebreeze. ​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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So far, new-leaf was turning out just as terrible as leaf-bare. Is there any season that is not full of miserable weather? The boy almost misses the icy frost as he sloshes his way to cover - his prey today is only a thrush, no rabbit having been within his sights. His short fur has never been water proof - insulting and buffering the wind better than anything else. His long and slim frame is naught but skin and bones - he almost looks as though he's taken a good dip in the river. He shivers and shakes, and quickly does his best to wring most of the droplets from his pelt before things get any worse. He's pretty sure Vulturemask might never let him leave the den if gets sick again.

Distracted by his tasks, it takes him a moment to realize that Tigerfrost of all cats is beside him. He rather dislikes the other warrior, what with the whole dandelionwish situation and all, and yet... have they even said more than two words to each other before now? If they have, the apprentice can no longer recall. Shuffling over the last few paces awkwardly, he crouches down - frame becoming impossibly small in his efforts. "... n-nice cat-ch," is all he can muster up, face flushing beneath da fur, embarrassed by his own inability to think of anything more eloquent.

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[TIGERFROST]

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He's doing his best to lick himself dry, even as the misting rain is swept into the shallow overhang by the thunderous wind. It was still better than being out in the middle of it, though. Despite the new-leaf warmth, Tigerfrost can't help the chill that now snakes through his bones. Like Periwinklepaw, he also hopes that he doesn't find himself in Vulturemask's den again, sick from this horrid rain. He doesn't really expect a conversation, though. He assumes the rest of his patrol is just as grumpy and irritated as he is, but Periwinklepaw does manage a rather awkward greeting, complimenting the chimera's catch. Tigerfrost raises a feline brow, pausing for a moment as his eyes find the apprentice in the stormy shadow.

"Err- yeah. Yours too." The tabby tom slowly responds with a flick of his tail-tip. A thrush was better than nothing, after all. "Seems we'll be stuck here for awhile. The rain doesn't appear to be letting up." An idle comment, to pass the time.​

 

[AMBERTAIL]

It's raining. Pelting above his head, seeping into the dirt. He can feel the world around him begin to weaken, though whether that is the truth of this moment or a creation of his own growing panic, Ambertail could not say. All that mattered was that it presses down atop his head and he feels as if he might burst at any moment. He knows where he is, what the moors are like above him– knows that outlook rock is not far off, and that if he made it to the burrow entrance nearby he might find shelter there until this passes and he could beg a moor runner to lead him home. With twitching whiskers and a hammering heart, they do just that. Heading, running, urging their partner to follow with a quick word and a flick of their tail against another's jaw. Is there really water pattering down upon his skull?

When his head finally breaks from the tunnel entrance, it is no longer a product of his worry. Thumping, rattling, going so far as to touch the inside of their ears and make them flinch bodily. But there is a small blockage he can sense, where the wind and rain do not blow so harshly. That is where Ambertail goes, already small body lower to the ground but running still. Running...directly into another body, of course. Over his own beating heart and the howling downpour of rain, he hadn't heard a word the others had said. And being blind, he'd no idea they were there at all. "Fox-dung," the tunneler snaps, more aggravated with himself than with whoever he had ran into. And at least now that he knew someone was nearby, he could find a way to burrow into them. Otherwise silent after his outburst, he does just that, trying to squeeze as close to Tigerfrost as the lead warrior would allow.

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• ──── ambertail. tunneler of windclan. nb, he or they.
  ──── adult, though precise age unlabeled as of now.
  ──── sexuality unknown. a strange windclan cryptid.
  
  ──── a tiny, yet proportionally long-limbed tortoiseshell with unfocused amber eyes. though they retain their color, ambertail is blind. those who don't know as much may be confused, and will certainly be met with dry responses from the tunneler himself.
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[LAMBCURL.]

The rain always leaves a pleasant thrumming through the earth. Barely there, in the case of drizzle, but oh, it certainly was not like that today. The sky has opened up with a viciousness, it sounds like. Less of a patter and more of a pelting, beating the ground with unwavering force. He may sing sympathies for any moor-runners caught in the sky above... Blessed small as he was, hiding from rain has never been difficult for this one. Lambcurl continuous on, unperturbed. The urge to hum a song rises in him, but of course, that was never a good idea in the tunnels.

Ambertail is much different, it seems. Oh, suddenly they're frantic, suddenly they're saying to follow and they skitter off before he can barely get a word in –! He is still for a moment, blinking in surprise, before gliding after them. The rush of rain only grows stronger, still, and oh– they get to be in it, now.

In confusion, he would blink after his fellow tunneler, feeling the drops of water run from his whiskers in rivulets. Why here? Why now? He remains half-tucked within their burrow, despite Ambertail being seemingly eager to go in the rain. Nothing against it– Oh certainly. He loved to feel the raindrops upon his nose. But it was more than a raindrop right now. So much more. And his eyes go wide upon seeing them so eagerly delve beside Tigerfrost. More than that, even. Water droplets spray round the rapid blinks of his eyes.

Lambcurl visibly deflates, the corners of his lips twitching into a frown, just barely. How had Ambertail known he was here...?​