- Sep 9, 2022
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STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
With newleaf has come new life - and in order to create that, the heavens seem to have decided that rain is needed. Its not that periwinklepaw doesn't understand - the water brings new growth to the plants, which feed the prey, and s forth. But that he dislikes the fact - dislikes the inconveniences he now has to deal with near-daily. With stormy grey clouds overhead blocking out the warm rays of the sun, todays patrols are tiring. Doubly so, when it begins to pour the moment he returns to camp empty pawed. There is no time to think - he does not wish to spend a second longer under the downpour. Instead of retreating to the familiar saftey of the medicine den, oh so far away, he dives down one of the larger tunnels that he has not visited since winter, when it was not uncommon to have to take shelter from the snow. Now is no different - only the water is no longer frozen into glittering flakes.
Shivering, he realizes he is far from alone in seeking out this makeshift den - and after giving his pelt a good few wrings with his tongue to get the worst of the dampness out he shoves his way into the pile, small tremors wracking his pale frame. His short, feather-thin fur has never offered the best insulation, and the water always seems to flood in - leaving him looking and feeling like a drowned rat. He squirms about for a moment, offering a whisper-soft apology to the throng of cats just beginning to settle within the cramped space, and crouches down. A loud crack of thunder over head and a blinding flash of lightning have him freezing, eyes blown wide and teeth set on edge. Its not that he's scared - no, he's just... startled. But he cannot help but lean into the cat closest to him, face tucked into fur as teeth chatter anxiously.
// thunderstorm prompt response; feel free to be the cat he's cuddling into
Shivering, he realizes he is far from alone in seeking out this makeshift den - and after giving his pelt a good few wrings with his tongue to get the worst of the dampness out he shoves his way into the pile, small tremors wracking his pale frame. His short, feather-thin fur has never offered the best insulation, and the water always seems to flood in - leaving him looking and feeling like a drowned rat. He squirms about for a moment, offering a whisper-soft apology to the throng of cats just beginning to settle within the cramped space, and crouches down. A loud crack of thunder over head and a blinding flash of lightning have him freezing, eyes blown wide and teeth set on edge. Its not that he's scared - no, he's just... startled. But he cannot help but lean into the cat closest to him, face tucked into fur as teeth chatter anxiously.
// thunderstorm prompt response; feel free to be the cat he's cuddling into