- Jun 7, 2022
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With a fresh batch of new kits in the clan, Clayfur has been feeling… off-kilter, in a way. There’s excitement there, happiness for both Buck and Lightningstone and the little family that they’re making—but there’s also nervousness. With all the turmoil between WindClan and ThunderClan, and with the clan still taking shelter in their temporary camp, the kits are remarkably vulnerable.
But even vulnerable kits need entertainment, and the temporary camp has much less to do than their island camp. Maybe their parents would appreciate a bit of time without the constant pestering of kits, or maybe the other warriors and apprentices of the clan would appreciate a simple distraction, a calm afternoon. He recalls Willow being an amazing storyteller, or at least a competent one. Their tales of deep waters and great waves had captured his curiosity, and he’s sure they’ll be a great help in keeping the clan entertained.
So the tom sits beside the dark-furred warrior, having already garnered a small group of cats ready to listen. "Alright, settle in, get comfy. We have a pretty crazy story to tell," he says, looking across the cats gathered before them. "It happened when Willowroot and me were out on a fishing patrol. It was a really rainy day, so rainy you couldn’t step out from under a tree without getting drenched." He mimes shaking out his pelt, going so far as to flap his ears around to really sell it. "Because when it rains hard, that’s when all the fish really come out. We spent so long trying to catch something, though, and we didn’t manage to find anything. We were about to, like, give up completely. We even started walking back to camp along the river, and-"
Oh. Oh, no. He doesn’t remember what he’s supposed to say after that part. So he slaps an expression of surprise onto his face, tail lashing behind him. "And then, before we could even react…" He glances to the smoky she-cat, prompting her to continue the story with wide eyes. He can’t remember what was meant to come next, but hopefully she does.
// @willowroot
But even vulnerable kits need entertainment, and the temporary camp has much less to do than their island camp. Maybe their parents would appreciate a bit of time without the constant pestering of kits, or maybe the other warriors and apprentices of the clan would appreciate a simple distraction, a calm afternoon. He recalls Willow being an amazing storyteller, or at least a competent one. Their tales of deep waters and great waves had captured his curiosity, and he’s sure they’ll be a great help in keeping the clan entertained.
So the tom sits beside the dark-furred warrior, having already garnered a small group of cats ready to listen. "Alright, settle in, get comfy. We have a pretty crazy story to tell," he says, looking across the cats gathered before them. "It happened when Willowroot and me were out on a fishing patrol. It was a really rainy day, so rainy you couldn’t step out from under a tree without getting drenched." He mimes shaking out his pelt, going so far as to flap his ears around to really sell it. "Because when it rains hard, that’s when all the fish really come out. We spent so long trying to catch something, though, and we didn’t manage to find anything. We were about to, like, give up completely. We even started walking back to camp along the river, and-"
Oh. Oh, no. He doesn’t remember what he’s supposed to say after that part. So he slaps an expression of surprise onto his face, tail lashing behind him. "And then, before we could even react…" He glances to the smoky she-cat, prompting her to continue the story with wide eyes. He can’t remember what was meant to come next, but hopefully she does.
// @willowroot
[ YOU ARE THE STARS TO ME ]
