FEEL THE THUNDER [✦] prompt, mist

[TOADHOP]

Though the sky held a gray gloom above the oak forest, the day's weather had been warmer than the previous — enough so for Toadhop to look forward to his dusk hunting patrol. The cold shouldn't bite at his form as much in the impending darkness, the warmth perhaps plenty to drag prey out of the shelter of their dens. It'll be a good hunt, Toadhop thinks. He's excited for it.

Excited — until the sun begins its descent into the earth, and the sky's gloom breaks, weeping for the loss of daylight. Mist showers down on the forest, its fog wisping at the territory's visibility. The drizzle collects in his fur as he waits at the camp's exit for the rest of his patrol, a faint smile in greeting as they begin to gather.

" Lovely weather for a hunt, isn't it? " he asks halfheartedly, as his eagerness quickly wanes. ​

✦ ABOUT

• // PROMPT: a misty evening
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  TOADKIT ‣ TOADPAW ‣ TOADHOP
  ── Warrior of ThunderClan
  
  ── Cinderfrost x Grime
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ── Mentored by Stonepool
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "oh, it's just perfect." nightbird can barely withhold the sarcastic roll of her eyes. just what they needed, another obstacle, something to make bringing prey home even more difficult. the mist was making everything wet, their paws may very well freeze off.

fog or not, they were still expected to bring something home. hopefully the splashes of water weren't enough to muddle any trails, with their luck they'd probably be in fragments by the time they were found. "if we're real lucky it'll start to storm."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── OH, I'LL CUT YOU DOWN ⋅⋆⋅ FOR I KNOW YOU ARE WEAK ──┐‎

• apprentice tag @Palepaw
  
  
  

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-eight moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to palepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PALEFIRE]

Palepaw hated the rain almost as much as she hated snow, and this mist was just as bad. Being wet was one of her biggest irritations, especially since her fur was so thick that it took her hours to dry after. Shivering pathetically, the pale apprentice trailed solemnly after her mentor, her sky blue eyes glowering with annoyance as she came to a halt in front of Toadhop. "I can't even joke about this being nice," she grumbled irritably, tail lashing behind her.

She meekly shakes out her pelt in a failed attempt to rid herself of some of the water that was only just beginning to ruin her evening. Normally she was very eager to go hunting and longed for any excuse to practice her skills, but she just couldn't muster any enthusiasm for this particular patrol. "Maybe all the prey will have been frozen to the ground by now and we won't even have to hunt them," she mused absentmindedly, the thought of an easy meal the only thing pleasant about this situation.

 

[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“To take the easy route—” He rumbled, emerging from the undergrowth with a small shake of his white fur, glancing at the forest immersed in a cloud of mist, fluttering against his flank to seep into the depths of milky white fur, drawing a subtle shiver at the peculiar sensation dusting across gooseflesh ridden skin. “Would defeat the purpose of practicing.” He finished with a low-hanging rumble, lonely hue crinkling.

His gait languid, Whitelion came to a slow halt, plumed tail swishing high above his shoulders in a silent greeting to Toadhop and Nightbird. “Of course, one shouldn’t ignore free prey when it is given.” He laughed, rumble sounding like calm thunder, dark lips curled in easy mirth.

“Perhaps this weather will allow us an easier hunt, or it will be our disadvantage.” He hummed, glancing over his shoulder as he padded past. “Water is a gateway to scents, easier to detect prey, but easier to discover.” His comment was mysterious, Whitelion felt unbothered to explain, vanishing further into the mist-covered undergrowth. ​

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thought speech​