- Dec 3, 2022
- 27
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The slight shift in the breeze had been lost to the patrol when they had first set out, Larkpaw herself had hardly noticed a difference, accustomed to being battered by the wind on the moors worst days.
It isn’t until she’s crouched within the moor grass, maw parted in search of rabbit, does she feel the first concerning gust.
It hits her, invisible but fierce, against her flank.
Startled, she stumbled sideways, feeling her fur being parted in the most uncomfortable of directions.
The breeze doesn’t yield, roaring against her ears as it only grows stronger.
The apprentice is quick to make her way out of the grass, despite the blades that whipped at her muzzle, and spill out onto a well-trodden trail, wide verdant eyes searching wildly for the rest of her patrol- for Rabbitpounce.
”Hello?” She’d call out to the wind, eyes squinting involuntarily when specks of rain begin to fall, their landing feeling like icy pin-pricks.
She spins on her heel, trying to piece together where the patrol had split up.
Reluctantly, she falls into a defensive crouch, unable to see against the wind and rain at her full height.
Oh stars, oh stars! Her mind races.
”Speech.”
It isn’t until she’s crouched within the moor grass, maw parted in search of rabbit, does she feel the first concerning gust.
It hits her, invisible but fierce, against her flank.
Startled, she stumbled sideways, feeling her fur being parted in the most uncomfortable of directions.
The breeze doesn’t yield, roaring against her ears as it only grows stronger.
The apprentice is quick to make her way out of the grass, despite the blades that whipped at her muzzle, and spill out onto a well-trodden trail, wide verdant eyes searching wildly for the rest of her patrol- for Rabbitpounce.
”Hello?” She’d call out to the wind, eyes squinting involuntarily when specks of rain begin to fall, their landing feeling like icy pin-pricks.
She spins on her heel, trying to piece together where the patrol had split up.
Reluctantly, she falls into a defensive crouch, unable to see against the wind and rain at her full height.
Oh stars, oh stars! Her mind races.
”Speech.”
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