- Aug 22, 2022
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It's sun-high when Figfeather's hunting patrol returns to camp. The red tabby is thanking the stars as she deposits a squirrel into the pile that this patrol had better luck than her previous pawful. First a skunk, then an adder, what was going to be next? A badger? Dogs? This patrol had proven her luck wasn't completely cursed. She backs up to allow room for the others to drop their catches into the pile too.
"We brought back quite the haul." The warrior praises the patrol with bright orange eyes. "Greeneyes dusk patrol is going to have to work hard if they want to bring back as much as we did." Playful competitiveness is evident in the smug look that unfolds on her face. She glances around for her orange tabby brother, but instead of finding his bright pelt the entire world is stripped of color.
With rapid blinks of confusion Figfeather's head spins to find the cause of the looming darkness. She had not felt the coming of a storm and Berryfoot had not complained about any aching joints today. The elder insisted her starboard rear-leg only acted up when a thunderstorm was brewing.
As her eyes lift into the sky confusion is wiped off her face and replaced with sheer terror. The sun had been dipped in shadow, not even its bright rays could penetrate past the rot that washed over it. All that remained was a fiery red halo around the outside, the only evidence Figfeather had to believe the sun was still there.
Terrified yowls sound across camp, Figfeather's own voice raises to share their horror. "Theres a hole… a hole in the sun!"
"We brought back quite the haul." The warrior praises the patrol with bright orange eyes. "Greeneyes dusk patrol is going to have to work hard if they want to bring back as much as we did." Playful competitiveness is evident in the smug look that unfolds on her face. She glances around for her orange tabby brother, but instead of finding his bright pelt the entire world is stripped of color.
With rapid blinks of confusion Figfeather's head spins to find the cause of the looming darkness. She had not felt the coming of a storm and Berryfoot had not complained about any aching joints today. The elder insisted her starboard rear-leg only acted up when a thunderstorm was brewing.
As her eyes lift into the sky confusion is wiped off her face and replaced with sheer terror. The sun had been dipped in shadow, not even its bright rays could penetrate past the rot that washed over it. All that remained was a fiery red halo around the outside, the only evidence Figfeather had to believe the sun was still there.
Terrified yowls sound across camp, Figfeather's own voice raises to share their horror. "Theres a hole… a hole in the sun!"
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» SkyClan Warrior
» She/her . AMAB
» Mentoring Wolfpaw
» Mate to Fantastream
» Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
» A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
» "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack -
» Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
» Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
» May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing