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silkspin
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Rain looms on Windclans radar, large clouds blooming from the skys need to cry. The old moor-runner finds himself amongst the golden fronds with a returning patrol, blissfully unaware of the chatter that chirps like birdsong besides him. Or perhaps she just does not care, his head swinging side to side as he scans for potential rabbits startled by the buzz in the air. Little things, come to my paws- they will not, but it is always nice to think of the possibilities.
Theres a bright flash within the clouds and a rumble of thunder in the distance. Silkspin only flicks her ear as her head rises, blue eyes staring out across the rolling fields. They snort as an NPC apprentice jumps besides them, eyes shining with mirth. "You need not to be afraid, child." he only yawns, revealing a pink tongue and sharp teeth that clack together just as soon as they are exposed. "The storm is not looking for you, or any of us." and truly he finds it quite… surprising, really, that one could be afraid of a power so magnificent. Who does not like the soothing sound of rain against the ground, or lightning strikes that would not dare to touch them?
…Perhaps they were afraid of such destructive power, much as some were afraid of the winds from days before. The silver tabby only lashes her tail as another rumble shakes the earth below, a hum tumbling from lips pulled to a smile. Only time will tell as the storm comes to fruition if it is looking to harm; better to get back to camp, however, than wait it out and see. He may be old, but he is not ready to foolishly waste his life. "I have seen much worse in my lifetime. I have weathered much more than this."
Theres a bright flash within the clouds and a rumble of thunder in the distance. Silkspin only flicks her ear as her head rises, blue eyes staring out across the rolling fields. They snort as an NPC apprentice jumps besides them, eyes shining with mirth. "You need not to be afraid, child." he only yawns, revealing a pink tongue and sharp teeth that clack together just as soon as they are exposed. "The storm is not looking for you, or any of us." and truly he finds it quite… surprising, really, that one could be afraid of a power so magnificent. Who does not like the soothing sound of rain against the ground, or lightning strikes that would not dare to touch them?
…Perhaps they were afraid of such destructive power, much as some were afraid of the winds from days before. The silver tabby only lashes her tail as another rumble shakes the earth below, a hum tumbling from lips pulled to a smile. Only time will tell as the storm comes to fruition if it is looking to harm; better to get back to camp, however, than wait it out and see. He may be old, but he is not ready to foolishly waste his life. "I have seen much worse in my lifetime. I have weathered much more than this."
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