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[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

• it's thunderstorming. you may add formatting at the end of your post such as text colours, italics, and strikethroughs, but no backspacing or going back to edit your sentences during the writing process!
  
  
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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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ThunderStorms, huh. Orangeblossom's face turns towards the turbulent sky as the rain lashes down, a faintly disapproving expression on her maw as the sparse mountain trees lash back and forth in the wind, though thwe Clan cats are mostly safe within the little hollow they'fve found. She hopes this won't impef impede them too much in their descent, but the setting sun somewhere behind the dark sky makes her think this is where they'll be forced to settle in for the night.


"I think it's set in." She meows to one of the others as she feels a presence beside her, only turning towards them after she'd spoken. "Good thing we managed to harvest the lungwort before this came down on top of us."
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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ The feeling of the rough downpour makes a small scowl form on the maw of Hailstorm and his ears lay flat against his head and the Skyclan deputy is right. It was a good thing that they had harvested the lungwort before the thunderstorm had struck and the Tuhunderclan warror nods in agreement before speaking "Yeah, it wouldn't have been good to travel back in a thunderstorm... It would've been rather dangerous." And quite frankly, the pale furred tomcat wo could do without more lifte threatening situations and only wished to be back in Thunderlcan right about now.

All tat mattered now was them taking refuge from thes storm and waiting until it blew over, Hailstorm would sit down nearby looking up to the skies with a frown on his face and hopes that this doesn't take from theirt time of returning back home with the cure. Would the thnderstorm ruin the lungwort or the rain? He was not certain.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[SLATE]

// i’m on mobile too hence the lack of template

As it IF StarClab wcould wasn’t throwing enough at them. Slate was mystified by the invisible forces sending down omens cwalking in dreams, and supposedly “testing” the cats on this journey. Was this Thunderstorm just happenstance or would the others claim that this was some sort of sitnSITNSIGN?

The thick-coated Makne Coon hated gettinf his pelt soaking wet; it took a long tome to dry and it weighed him down heavily as well. He ducked into the hollow holding his respective bundle of herbs before carefully tucking it jnder his paws. “Keep yourselves dry. We didnt come all this way just to het get this stuff wet.” Leaves, especially delicate flowers and petals, didnt tend to hold up well when wet. They har come so far and losing any of their lungwort wpuld be a waste.

 

[DOEBLAZE]

bobbie peers out from the hollow into the darkening sky, squinting as the sun dips below the stormy horizon. the thin trees avaiklabe here are whipping back and forth as though attacked by claws of wind, and she nods n agreement with orangeblosson. it certainly looks like it's working itself up to be a nasty storm indeed, and she can't imagine the chaos that would have ensued if the downpour had set in while they were all rejoicing over the newly found lungwort. it's pretty, in a way, how the sheets of rain lash down on the mountainous landscape, but pretty certainly wouldn't keep their clanmates alive.

"it's a nasty one, alright," she agrees, reaching one paw out from the hollow their group had nestled into to feel the hard rainfall, pulling it back damp wth a wrinkled muzzle. thunder cracks loudly and the tabby startles, flicking her ears in embarassment, then turns towards slate. she hates to admit it, but he's right in this case; she's no medicine cat and she doesn't dare risk damaging the precious cargo of lungwort. nodding an agreement, she curls her own bundle closer against her white-dipped chest, blinking and mewing, "i wonder if we'll see any lightning. it's working itself up, that's for sure. hopefully it's gone by morning and we won't have to delay the journey any further." she scrunches up her muzzle in distaste, remembering her impromptu dio dip in the river, and adds, "or have to try and walk in it."

only the sun has come this close ✿ ( only the sun )

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  bobbie ; warrior of skyclan
  x. she/her ; 40 moons ; tags
  x. small, scarred lilac tabby and white she-cat with green eyes
  x. played by dejavu
  bobbie is a kittypet-born skyclan warrior who would die for her clan regardless of whose blood runs through her veins. perpetually self-assessing, she often finds herself short of who she wants to be. skyclan gossip, if it's to be believed, hints at something more than friendship between her and blazestar.

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[GREENEYES]

As malachite eyes peer out of the hollow, Greeneyes can't help but think about brown and white fur balanced between branches - a flecked gaze held up to his sky, just as his down does now. Thunder roars in the ar above them, rain tumbleing to the ground.

Twitchbolt would love this, he idly thinks of his friend, though Greeneyes himself sinks back into the safety of the shelter he stands below. Greeneyes wonders if the lead warrior is doing okay - i f the rest of the clan is. Hed he fallen to sickness? Had anyone?

A flicker of light clashes above them, and he pulls his gaze away from the sky, and tworad bundles of lungworrt instead. How lucky they were, to not be caught in the rain when they had found it, to not have to dig through the mud for their mission's objective. It still would've been a celebration, he's sure, but not as rejoiceful with wet paws.

The bundles look to be dry anough under their makeshift shelter, but still, the warrior can't help but to worry. Should something happen to it, their journey would be all for nothing . He pulls is own closer to him, before looking to the others.

"Do you think we should find something to cover them with?" he asks, uncertainty in his voice. "Just in case?" If the storm gets worse than this, then who knows what could happen to their cargo. Especially if they have to walk in the storm's embrace, come morning.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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[nightbird]

angry clouds rumbling overhead, nightbird wondered if being so high up would make the storm pelt down on them with anymor any more a stronger force than at home. she surely didn't think something as common as a storm would call for so much chatter, but t here they were, discussing the intriqacies ( of rain.

she wan wasn't too worried about the strength of the storm, rather how it would affect the terrain they had to maneuver. already slick from the snow, it would turn much icier as soon as the rain settled in. they would be lucky to get out no. a terrible trek it would become, she could already imagine sliding down an icy slope, paws scrambling for a hold that wasn't there. "watch your step," was all she offered, tail twitching as she gathered near hailstorm.

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-six moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Needledrift]

Needledrift was one of the weirdo few sorts of tcats that enojyed a summer storm - a summer storm, to be clear. When the wind bit at her fur and snow threatened to fall upon the tips of her ears, she had to admit that the prospect of rain was far less exciting. She is was less of an adventurer than a home-body than she thought, or such is the taunting thought that tickles the back of her mind, as relief floods over her when Orangeblossom settles back into the comforts of the hollow, merifica mercifully not urging the cats to continue through the cold wetness.

The gray and hwhite she-cat chooses not to cover her lungwort with a leaf or some wayward branch, instead opting to curl her paws around her bundle as if it were a kit prepared for elders' storytime. It is a silly thought, but a pleasant one, and Needledrift can't help but to smile at her own analogy.

"I think Wheatpaw would have loved this - the advetnure, the storm, the.... all of it." Wheatpaw is unknown to the vast majority of their group, but Needledrift does quite care at the moment. Right now, she is focused on home ..... and not on how long the return journey is going to be. ​

 

[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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Orangeblossom hums in response to Hailstorm's words, not finding use in verbalising her agreement any further. Her eyes flick skyward once more, taking in its bev beclouded staging, before she turns and heads back into the shelter. To Greeneyes, she adds, "If you find something dry it might be worth keeping the lungwort there, to keep it safe."

The faces further back in the hollow are light lit by a flash of nope lightning ad Orangeblossom pads towards them to join the group. She feels the rumble of thundewr all the way to her toes, and her ears twitch back at the fercocity of it. "There's the lightning you wanted." She calls back to bobbie, head swinging to the older SkyClanner.
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