- Jan 5, 2023
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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.
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.