pafp SALT GEMSTONES ☆ AWKWARD...

[CICADAFLIGHT]

The summer breeze has turned vicious today, a scorching hot wind - devil howling between the willowy trees and sending mats of lichen flying from their delicate positions hooked over their branches and whipping them into the air. The wind is so ferocious it ruffles his fur, sending mussed black curls drifting about his face, tufts of fur climbing skywards and only tangling further with each intermittent gust. The weather has been bad for fishing, worse for patrolling, whipping the surface of the river into a frenzied froth not unlike that dripping from a hound's jaws, sending the fish ever deeper ( a benefit to him, but a detriment to many of his Clanmates ). It is, however, perfect for what he does now.

It is undoubtedly his stupidest pasttime.

The young warrior lies in the shallows of the river, clear green - tinted water washing up to his elbows, windswept ripples carding through ragged black curls. White lashes droop low over two - toned eyes darkened with exhaustion, and he imagines for a moment that he's just another wavy strand of river - weed, waving languidly to and fro, pulled by the current's gentle paws, the kind of caring touch he's not felt in some time. Cicadaflight heaves a deep, almost contented sigh.

That is, until the sudden awareness of another cat's presence interrupts, making his hackles bristle slightly, embarassment scorching the fluffy tips of his ears as his eyes snap open once more, focusing on the flame - marbled form of @claythorn. " Um. Hi. "

OOC : Please wait for Claythorn to post!

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[claythorn]

When Claythorn judged, it wasn't obvious- the thoughts swept across her brain but never her face, beyond the slight twitch in her eyelids as she looked on. When she spots Cicadaflight in the water, swaying back and forth like a forsaken weed, her ears twitch and she can't help herself. Her belly rounder then it was before, she hauls herself to the shore, slightly unstable in the wake of wind, but regardless, she seems amused. Amusement doesn't often find her, especially now that she was becoming moody.

However, the sight of the warrior who threw tantrums and broke camp in the wake of worse injuries, swaying back in forth in wind-swept water for what looked like the fun of it? Amusing, to it's roots. A hint of a grin barely played at exhausted lips as she stepped closer. His head whips around, perhaps since her paws didn't fall as lightly as they had before, and her ears perk in awareness- both were staring at one another. The words that fall out of his mouth, as if a caught fish trying to shake free, has her huffing a laugh.

It is curious, her response to all this. Amusement, genuine at that, over something so... silly. In the wake of all these injuries, deaths, dogs, twolegs- it's... what, nice? Is it nice? It is, she thinks, nice that Cicadaflight found time to do something for himself. To relax in the sun-warmed shallowed, blown about by wind. "Cicadaflight." She finally says, inviting herself to sit on the bank of the river. "Enjoying yourself?" She can't help but ask.

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ 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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