camp my knuckles hesitate ➺ rain shower

[doepath ࿔]

Yes, she was definitely not supposed to be pushing her luck.

The smell of a storm on the horizon was tempting.. a freshness of petrichor that promised a chance to wash off the last few weeks. Grooming was hard enough when it felt like her pelt stunk of death... reeked of bloodshed. Asking Fallowbite to do it or Sunshinespot to reach what areas she couldn't felt like another moment to be a damsel in distress... it is loathed when considered in the context of how much longer she might be stuck in such a position.

Her gait is a stumbling, clumsy thing... alternated with a wince anytime she struggled to catch herself. A fluffy tail lashes with every step as an effort to keep her balance, nose sniffing its way towards the freedom of an open space. The camp breeze rifles through plumy fur, drawn in with a heavy inhale of relief. Already the soreness of her muscles feels lighter, already she can feel the humidity in the air that suggests rain on the brink of the clouds. "Do you smell it," she asks, turning sightless sunrise eyes towards the sound of shuffling paws approaching her. "It's about to-"

The cold plop of a raindrop lands squarely on her nose... then another, glancing past her whiskers as an amused purr gathers in her chest. "Rain... It's raining." Her face scrunches into a peaceful smile, tilting her head skyward squint against the rainfall. It felt good, even as it seeped past the hydrophobic surface of her coat.... sinking towards her skin... "If you listen real close... you can hear the trees sighing," she murmurs, settling carefully to loaf out in the open and enjoy the free shower.

Gentlestorm would just have to forgive her for diluting what marigold poultice still lingered between fawn locks.

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• YAYYYY LEAF FALL RAINSTORM <3

• DOEPATH
  thirteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- doepath. her name is... back to normal. not that orangepaw ever called her such a sad name, anyways. especially given that it wasn't given for the right reasons. he's not one to complain, really, but that made him sad. his nose twitched as he watched her stumble. he had only left the medicine cat den for a few moment, aiming to get her something to eat, but she comes out at the scent of the heavy rain filled clouds. he practically skips over to her, finding it easier to walk when he isn't putting much weight or pressure on his leg at all, gently bumping against her side to keep her on balance.

"you really like the rain?"

for a cat who does not hate, it is easy to find the peaceful serene atmosphere that comes from simple downpour. he enjoys it, too, he thinks. when she speaks up again, his ears automatically perk up and his brows furrow in confusion. trees... sigh? he doesn't think he's ever heard that before. he tries to. he closes his eyes, and listens, but all he hears is the pitter patter of droplets upon leaves, rocks, and branches.

"wh...what does a tree sighing sound like?"

he asks quietly, pushing his ears back. he feels stupid for not knowing these things, but maybe he's not meant to know. he still wants to, though. especially if the sound makes doepath happy. he wants her to be happy.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SPIDERPAW]

when spiderpaw pushes his face through the curtain of ferns that decorate the outside of the apprentice's den, he doesn't expect to be met with a cold droplet of rain that lands right atop their muzzle causing the tom to startle a little and shrink back in the burrow like a mole being spooked by it's shadow. an obsidian paw is quick wipe away the moisture, the fur that prickled along his neck from the initial surprise is forced to flatten as mild embarrassment heated the tips of his ears.

spiderpaw doesn't dislike the rain but it does make them feel a sense of unease, last time the sky began to weep it transformed into an unforgiving storm driven by vengeful winds and cracks of lightning to fuel the battle that took place just a half-moon ago. with a small shake of their head the newly-named apprentice decides to try again, this time fully emerging from the den where golden eyes would settle upon the figures of doepath and orangepaw with the former appearing in a state of serenity despite the weather. it was kind of heartwarming to see the warrior enjoying herself especially after all that's happened.

maybe he should join them in conversation, perhaps he can learn to be soggy and unbothered?

after a few heartbeats of pacing under the canopy of leaves that sheltered him from the weather, spiderpaw eventually braced himself and awkwardly shuffled over to the duo subtly wincing at how quickly the rain soaked into his pelt. "tr—trees sighing?" the stuttered words are repeated in equal confusion, it was all he could catch upon approaching. "oh, uh—uhm, i ho–hope you two do—don't mind me joining th—the conversation. . .sorry if i interrupted." they lowered their head a little with a sheepish expression, gaze dropping to the ground as if there was sudden interest in their two paws.

─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘌 ₊ ☽◯☾ ₊ 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 * :☆ﾟ. ──

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• ⋆˖⁺‧₊ SPIDERPAW —— thunderclan apprentice , mentored by wildheart. littermate to myrtlepaw
  ⊰∙∘ demiboy / he / they / 06 moons, ages every 9th.
  ⊰∙∘ unknown orientation, still working it out. / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ⊰∙∘ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  ⊰∙∘ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  
  ⊰∙∘ penned by cobatic
  ⊰∙∘ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[antlerbreeze]

It was almost poetic- seeing the skies open and weep for them. Weep for what Thunderclan has made it through, reveling in how they are building themselves back up. Antler is- no, Antlerbreeze is just as awash with peace as her sister is. Slowly does she pad from the warriors den, eyes still heavy with the grief of the passing war, her shoulder moving to press into Doepath's gently. It had been a long time since she initiated contact- well, now was as good as any, right?

Her ears twitched as Orangepaw and Spiderpaw spoke, but she doesn't pay them any mind. No, her amber eyes are downcast, letting the rain pelt her just as it did her sister. Antlerbreeze lefts a soft sigh out of her mouth, not questioning what her sister means when she speaks, and instead tacks on a- "It's... cool." This is said in reference to the rain- as it seeped into her pelt, into her sisters. As it washed away the heat and fury of betrayal, washing against wounds left open in her soul.

The rain during the battle had been different. That was a storm- one she had hardly recognized in the madness of the battle. This? This was a period of time in which she could breath, her lungs opening up and accepting the scent of watery downfall and dust turning to mud in the ravine. Perhaps there is a hint of a purr on her breath as she settles down next to her sister, eyes fully closing and she enjoyed the water.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND KNOW THAT MEANWHILE ⋅❁⋅ RISES THE MOON ──┐‎

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• ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Softsight]

Doepath, Antlerbreeze, Softsight... all three she-cats had had their proper names restored to them in the aftermath of the battle against Skyclaw and his followers, and that alone had been a breath of fresh air for Softsight - she was sure everyone else felt something similar, if not that exact feeling. Her ears had only just perked up when Doepath had begun to speak, but the girl was cut off as droplets of rain began to fall from the sky.

It made Softsight gasp, at first, the she-cat having been so caught up in chores that she hadn't even noticed that there was rain on the horizon, but it wasn't an altogether unwelcome surprise. For a moment, Softsight stands and lets herself be wet, the refreshing water seeping down to her sensitive skin as she turned to watch Orangepaw and Spiderpaw question Doepath's words.

"Shh... you have to listen." Softsight said gently as she approached the two apprentices, ear swiveling as she took in the sounds of the forest amidst the rain. The trees, sighing... yes, she could hear it, that hushed noise that echoed like lost memories in the forest. "You'll know when you hear it." She offered in explanation for the apprentices, softly, not wanting to disturb the deserved peace that Doepath and Antlerbreeze were trying to find.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[DEERPAW.]

Pushing his face through the curtain of ferns, he stands alongside the newly named Spiderpaw. Letting his face be pelted with cold droplets of rain, makes his muzzle scrunch up. He lets dark paws push himself further out of the apprentice's den with a slow flick of one of his flattened ears. Deerpaw lets his hazel gaze settle on the forms of Doepath, Orangepaw and Antlerbreeze. He coat flattens as the rain soaks into his coat. He lifts his head up towards the weeping sky, blinking slowly at the clouds clustered together.

Ear twitching he lets his paws take him to the gathered group with a tired expression on his face. He listens to the others talk about the trees sighing. It holds his interest... Trees sighing? The long - limbed apprentice tilts his head to the side in thought.

The rain doesn't bother him, the pitter patter of the the cold droplets hitting various things like leaves, rocks and canopy of branches bearing leaves overhead. It makes him feel... calmer. No nervous tics or narrowed eyes darting around, with fur spiked up on end. He settles near the group, inhaling the scent of the dust turning into mud. Kneading his paws into the muddy ground, he drags his tail to let it curl near him. Softsight's voice drift into his ears making them perk and swivel towards the pale - touched newly named warrior. "D-does... t-the earth also sigh? Will... t-the earth sigh l-like the trees?" A question falls from dark, bitten lips. A whisper like rasp. Turning his head to Softsight with a tilt of his head, he really wants to know. Do the bones... hidden deep in the ground thank the rain too?

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[leafhusk]

her body lays outside the medicine den, curled into a tight ball to not disturb the narrow entrance. she raises her head as the willowy form of doepath passes by, stumbling like her namesake. it’s a hopeful feeling to see the other patients begin to feel better, and stretch their legs. the incident that put the fellow sepia had happened while leafhusk was out in the wilderness, a horrific reminder that no one was safe under skyclaw’s ruling. rain fell the night of the uprising, and it falls now; washing away the stained blood and bitter memories. leafhusk admittedly flinches when the droplets fall on her pelt, she twists awkwardly to keep the cobweb dressings dry. only a few more sunrises until she can go back to her usual routine, she does not want to pester gentlestorm about redoing the poultice with his paws already so full. seasons ago, she hated the feeling of the rain seeping into her fur, it’d tangle up into clumps that took forever to groom out; now, she’s more worried about ruining the dressing.

an ear flicks as she shamelessly eavesdrops on doepath’s innocent exchange with orangepaw. she tries to listen like he is, head tilting in thought, sounds echoing her eardrums. "i think i hear it," she speaks up gingerly. any tone higher felt wrong around the duo, they’re both so… considerate. marigold slowly drips off doepath’s fur like honey, orangepaw listens to the rustling trees with an admiration that will never falter. she doesn’t understand (she wants too, she thinks). if she concentrates, maybe the trees will say something– a large droplet plops onto the warrior’s nose. "nevermind." leafhusk gives up.

the young spiderpaw shuffles over, radiating a painfully awkward aura. leafhusk feels bad for him and wildheart, who will have a lot of work to do. she blinks at him in greeting, then at antlerbreeze who settles next to her sister like a puzzle. lastly, softsight, who speaks similarly to her namesake. if antlerbreeze can understand, and softsight… although, she’s not entirely sure why she focused on an observation that wasn’t originally aimed at her. boredom, she supposes. deerpaw trudges along like he was made from the rain, dirt, mud, bones and all. the very same rain clings to her fur like burrs.

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[doepath ࿔]

Orangepaw's voice raises in question, one that prompts her to actually consider whether or not the rain is what's enjoyable or the sense of renewal that comes with it. It washes away the old... maybe this rainfall just felt special, a chance to be rid of the lingering dust of a war waged between clan-mates. "Sometimes... But right now especially, yes," she purrs, glancing towards the leggy tom-cat with a smile.

It seems he isn't the only one curious about her murmurings... a much shier, younger apprentice repeating a tone of confusion. They stammer quickly after, an apology for interrupting but the fawn she-cat dotes on them with a small, "You're okay- you're welcome to join us." The press of sepia fur against her side prompts her attention as she tries to explain, "It's like it's taking a deep breath...."

Softsight, Deerpaw, and Leafhusk gather around, warming her heart despite the chill of the rain. A sense of unity... after so much unrest... a tiny blanket of belonging that she'd felt so deprived of or maybe... didn't deserve? It wouldn't need to be a question anymore, if her siblings were welcome here, loved here.... That relief is unmatched. They talk amongst themselves in hushed tones, trying their best to listen and the small huff of a nose splattered by a rogue droplet makes her grin. "Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be more rains to listen to... Do the leaves look greener? I feel like they must've been thirsty after how dry green-leaf was," she is hopeful that prompting Leafhusk to use a sense that she doesn't have might be more encouraging.

"The ground sighing," she whispers to herself, glancing down towards her paws in consideration. It isn't something she'd really listened for but... maybe that's what it sounded like when you lifted your paw off of a patch of moss and it sprang back up towards fluffiness. "I hadn't thought about that... I'll bet it does! Maybe the rain's just talking over it."

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  thirteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

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