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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."​
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It's often hard to hear the weather approaching down in the tunnels, the distant rumbles muffled by the layers upon layers of dirt that separated them from the open moors far above. However, it only took a few booms of thunder for Rattleheart's head to jerk up, eyes narrowing as the approaching scent of rain on the breezes reached him even down surrounded by dirt. He didn't want to come up from his hunting patrol, but he also couldn't risk getting washed out - and the last thing he wanted was a pelt covered in mud. As a tunneler, he had dealt with dirt all over his pelt plenty, but mud was a whole different story. It dried and clumped up on his fur, and left him carrying what felt like a million pounds of extra weight when he got back to camp.

Necessity drove him up and out of the tunnels, pulling himself out onto the moors just in time to see Silkspin passing by with a patrol of others - along with a poor apprentice that looked about ready to jump out of their pelt. He offered them a comforting smile, hoping the gesture would settle them along with Silkspin's straightforward words. Though Rattleheart had never been a huge fan of storms either - especially in a territory like Windclan's, where there was little shelter from the wind and downpour - he could handle them far more now than when he was a kit.

Looking towards Silkspin next, the monochrome tom waved his tail in a casual greeting before he spoke up. "Hello Silkspin, nice to see you out on patrol. Shame it's being brought to an early end..." He glanced up at the sky, watching as the darkened clouds grew closer with a frown. "At least a storm will break up the usual heat of greenleaf, eh?" Though if the winds were kind, rain would occasionally bring with it a haze of humidity in greenleaf that left most in camp irritable and with their fur wrecked.
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She’s not far behind Rattleheart, annoyed that their work for the day had been cut short. Some rain isn’t a problem for tunnelers—but downpours like this one can prove deadly. Drowning to death isn’t how she wants to go. She slips easily through the muddied entrance, looking with a pallid scowl at the darkened sky, as if to challenge it. It had dared to ruin her day.

They’ve come across a moor runner patrol, it seems, likely also driven back to camp in the wake of the storm. Silkspin speaks to an jumpy-looking apprentice, likely talking their ear off. Bluepaw dips her head politely to her elder, standing beside Rattleheart and giving her thick gray pelt a shake. “It could’ve at least waited until we’d shored up that tunnel,” she murmurs to her companion. “Hopefully you all were more productive than us.” She directs her half-lidded gaze to the longer-legged patrol.
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"Ah, Rattleheart!" his voice is just as amused as it had been when talking to the apprentice, but it holds a happy tone to it. He's glad to see the tunneller, its rare that he does get to see them. Sometimes she really wonders how they're able to fit in to the tiny little rabbit burrows, she could never... Especially with the threat of cave-ins. "Much needed in times like these... We do not get a break from the heat often enough." she tuts, shaking her head.

It'd be wishful thinking to hope it wouldn't make the coming days muggy. Green-leaf, in all his time alive, was one of the most dreadful seasons. He could weather the cold, the snow, but he did not have much that'd help him with the heat.

He watches as Bluepaw approaches and dips her head, speaks about how it should have waited until they were done. Silkspin only smiles, for the storms he knew waited for none. "Little Blue, how has your training been going?" the silver tabby rumbles with good intentions, a blue gaze settling on the moor princess as she asks about their productivity. "Ah, yes. Much to be done today, most finished, some left undone. A shame, but we caught prey to fill the bellies of many." he hums lightly, turning his head back up to the towering clouds above. A wind tugs at their pelt and they stare wistfully to the distance as lightning flashes once more. "Do be careful in coming days, friends, lest you want to be washed right out of those tunnels."​
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── .∘°°∘. ── "I imagine they are always careful," Wolfsong remarks, the vole he'd caught earlier kept beneath a paw. His gaze roams to search the horizon, but it always returns to his nearby clanmates. "It is a tunneler's lot: invaluable but dangerous." He smiles easily at both Bluepaw and Rattleheart, conveying his appreciation for their work, even if they have had their moments of friction. It does not mean he must dislike them— otherwise, he and Sunstride would have parted ages ago, long before they reached WindClan. (And long before Wolfsong disappointed him twice more, still nursing those healing aches of Sunstride's voice raised in anger.)

"Earlier, you said you have seen much worse than this. I am curious, Silkspin: what is the worst you have seen?" He thinks they have all encountered worse storms, save perhaps the youngest of kittens. The last leafbare was cruel, and though he loves the snow, fighting SkyClan during the sunless-cold's rage was...memorable.​
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN ROGUE TURNED LEAD WARRIOR (MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING). 35 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC PARENTS. BIO, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.
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  • — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
  • — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
  • — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
  • — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.
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Silkspin was intriguing and rather inspiring, in Badgermoon's opinion. The elegant silver cat had far more experience under their belt, and he could not help but long for that accumulated knowledge, that attuning of the body to the dangers and pleasures of life. The yellow-eyed tom was quick to join Wolfsong, Rattleheart, and Bluepaw, studying Silkspin with curiosity. He wanted to hear of the worst storm they'd faced, too - and if they were half as good a storyteller as the cat inquiring, it would make a fine tale.​
 
✿ — It's considerably difficult to stop himself from stealing glances over his shoulder - the patrol is quick on their paws to get into the safety and familiarity of camp instead of being stuck out here without a hint as to how dangerous the storm will be, but Peonypaw is intrigued.

He knows it won't be pleasant when the distant rumbling gets closer and threatens to deafen him after each sharp flash, but for right now, it's all but background noise. The breeze carries the faint smell of rain and cards through his short fur; all pleasant, right up until the worst of the storm gets here. Rattleheart is right - as most adults tend to be with just about anything - about how this will at least drive away the greenleaf heat for a bit, keep it at bay.

Bringing up the rear of the patrol, Peonypaw's ear twitches when Wolfsong asks what he's been curious about. Even small but consistent rains can be dangerous for the likes of RiverClan, let alone something big and unrelenting- Silkspin's apparent experience with such could prove to be helpful, or at least interesting.​

❝ I DON'T WANT TO RUN — JUST OVERWHELM ME ❞​

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