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// this is during the heavy winds! lol. 300 post girlies.
Fireflypaw is barely able to stand with how harsh these winds are, easily pushing his massive body over and over until he just gives up and lays there on the ground. He wants so eagerly to check in on Orangeblossom, but knows that his worrying will only irritate her more than these winds do. He sits crouched beneath a tree as the winds buffet against his face, fur tangling and sending stray shedding to and fro. The sky above rumbles angrily, Mother's voice echoing in the wind that whipped against his face. His eyes are shut tight, fur fluffed up as he takes an unsteady step forward.
"Somethings wro~ng." He hums to himself anxiously, tail whipping behind him. "Something's ve~ry wrong." He doesn't want to cause mass panic, but the wild look in his eyes as he opens them makes it hard not to. Dawnglare's warning is fresh on his brain. Mother's wrath. He wants to run away, to hide away in the medicine den until things end. But he knows it's not good to do so. He settles for pacing in the wind instead, letting the buffets of air keep him chained to more helpful thoughts.
Like, how this wind will help clear away some vegetation.. It'll help with herbs, won't it? Ah..
Fireflypaw is barely able to stand with how harsh these winds are, easily pushing his massive body over and over until he just gives up and lays there on the ground. He wants so eagerly to check in on Orangeblossom, but knows that his worrying will only irritate her more than these winds do. He sits crouched beneath a tree as the winds buffet against his face, fur tangling and sending stray shedding to and fro. The sky above rumbles angrily, Mother's voice echoing in the wind that whipped against his face. His eyes are shut tight, fur fluffed up as he takes an unsteady step forward.
"Somethings wro~ng." He hums to himself anxiously, tail whipping behind him. "Something's ve~ry wrong." He doesn't want to cause mass panic, but the wild look in his eyes as he opens them makes it hard not to. Dawnglare's warning is fresh on his brain. Mother's wrath. He wants to run away, to hide away in the medicine den until things end. But he knows it's not good to do so. He settles for pacing in the wind instead, letting the buffets of air keep him chained to more helpful thoughts.
Like, how this wind will help clear away some vegetation.. It'll help with herbs, won't it? Ah..
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