PLEASE BABY, PLEASE BABY, TALK SLOW — rooster

[Rainecho]

Clouds hung heavy in the sky as the patrol departed that morning "We’re gonna get rained on" she had murmured as they had departed but of course, no one listened to her. Not like it mattered anyways. Even in new leaf they needed every last piece of prey. Especially with Betonyfrost in the nursery, more queens sure to join her. She does not understand what it is about new-leaf that made she-cats want to be pregnant so desperately. She does not understand the want to have kits at all. All her life she had been afraid to have any offspring, lest she fuck them up like her parents had fucked her up. Like so many of her clanmates parents had fucked them up.

She is not thinking of catching anything at all on this outing, so preoccupied with different thoughts racing through her brain. It is only when a mouse basically runs into her paws that she manages to get anything at all. She looks around after dispatching the creature only to find that not only had she lost herself in her thoughts, she had lost herself from the patrol as well. "Shit" she would have to find them lest she go back to camp without them. That would be embarrassing.

She picks up her catch and lifts her nose to the air only to be met with a fat raindrop. "Shit shit shit shit" she curses as suddenly the sky opens up and a torrential downpour leaves her soaking wet with more rain promised to chill her to her very core. Swiftly, she picks up her mouse and rushes to the nearest cave, her large form disappearing swiftly into the shadows.

// @ROOSTERSTRUT
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[ROOSTERSTRUT]

❪ TAGS ❫ — It seemed that, even in the newfound warmth and vibrance of new-leaf, they still couldn't escape the occasional stormy day. Ah well, the sunshine had been nice while it lasted. The rain would not last forever, though, just as how ShadowClan's sufferable and glum leaf-bare had come and gone. Dealing with a bit of rain before basking in the sunlight was just how life worked.

Roosterstrut didn't mind getting wet, at least in the moment, but drying and working through the tangles of his long-haired pelt took a lot of effort. Right now, he was more focused on how cold the droplets were as they splashed against his nose and cheeks. How funny they felt! The downpour was beginning to grow heavier by the moment, though. While the rain felt nice at first, now he was getting utterly soaked! Figuring that he was too far from camp to make the trek, he decided to dip into the nearest cave and see if he could wait the storm out.

A familiar scent wafts into his nostrils upon entering the small space, and as his vision adjusts to the darker setting, he can make out a familiar figure in front of him, "Rain? Is that you?" The idea of Rainecho sheltering from her own namesake prompts amusement, if only for a moment.

The orange tabby tom crouched in order to shuffle himself comfortably into the cave. "You mind if I hide here with you?" He asks, though he doubts that the she-cat would mind. They were friends, after all. "Y'know, I don't mind the rain, but it makes my fur a nightmare to dry." Roosterstrut chuckles lightly, gazing flicking toward the outside where rain battered the ground relentlessly.​

 

[Rainecho]

Rainecho squints against the darkness as a shadow conceals what little light comes from outside. For a second her heart flutters in fear. Had the same cat who had taken Pitchstar's many lives come to take her as well? She thinks she is ready to join the stars but... She breathes a sigh of relief when her eyes adjust and the figure speaks, the voice familiar. Safe. "Yeah it's just me Roo" she says, letting go of the tension in her shoulders as her mismatched eyes search his face. Is he disappointed she is not someone else? If he is she cannot tell.

"Nah I don't mind at all, make yourself at home." she says, sweeping the ground with her fluffy tail as an indicator for him to join her. He complains about his wet fur and she nods in agreement. Her thick coat would also take forever and a day to get dry. "Perhaps while we wait for the storm to pass we could share tongues?" she tells herself it is the sensible thing to do, what else was there to occupy their time? But secretly, in the back of her mind, she relishes the idea of closeness. They used to share tongues all the time, way back when. She cannot help but wonder when that had changed, why, cannot help but want that familiar-ness again.
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[ROOSTERSTRUT]

❪ TAGS ❫ — When the multi-colored lady offers a spot near her to sit, Roosterstrut cannot fight the warmth that sizzles under his pelt. They were friends— They'd always been friends, in fact. However, he would be lying if he said that being close to Rainecho still didn't give him the jitters. "Oh- sure. That'd be fine.. great, I mean." Careful to avoid giving off the impression that Roosterstrut would rather not be here with Rainecho, he quickly corrected himself with a twitch of his whiskers and a widening of his grin. He was glad to keep the lovely she-cat company, there was no doubt about that.

The orange tabby's heart rate accelerated as he padded over toward the other warrior. He settles down to get comfortable, as the two are clearly going to be here for a while. Did his pelt stink? Did he have bits of meat stuck in his teeth? Roosterstrut sincerely hopes not. "So uh, Betonyfrost's kits are sure growing fast." The tom thinks of a conversation starter, flicking his pale green gaze upward to meet Rainecho's mismatched set. "Isn't it crazy to think about? It makes me feel old." He admits with a soft smirk, pausing as he looks back on his kithood in the Marsh Group. Had it really been that long ago, now?​