sun kissed skin | fire prompt

SNOWGLARE

Didn't know I had a soul
Mar 14, 2024
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જ➶ The fire, it's golden flames arch into the sky. A glow that seems to ever get closer and closer to them. Yet the ghostly guard doesn't find irritation in that, no, it is something else that has his face marred with discomfort and alludes to what he may have to face in the coming season. His maw parts slowly, a tongue flexing against teeth as he pants out puffs of air that are so insignificant to the dry air around him. A throat that feels parched flexes and he closes his eyes for a moment. His scarred figures as if it is aflame itself. Too warm and lasting much too long. Even with the sun having set some time again the heat remains because of the everburning fire that is moving across the moorlands. A brow furrowing as he pants Snow shifts himself to stand up, pacing and walking will do no good but to make him hotter, livid even. The stark colored tom pauses and he tries to think of a way to help himself cool down even for just a moment. Afterall, he feels like if he gets any hotter then he might just fall ill and frankly he has too much to do and too much that might happen to become suck now. So he thinks, shifting towards the exit of camp with his tail dragging against the ground. Scoring claws against the grasses of the moorland in pursuit of the one place that might help him.

It doesn't take long before he finds the pool of water, it's appearance almost like a godsend. Stiffly he settles a paw into the warm liquid, but it feels chilly to him and another as he eases his body down into it. He settles his head halfway within the shifting ripples, breathing bubbles from his nose. It feels almost heavenly to his burning skin, heated frame. Snow closes his eyes and wishes he could just lay here forever but he knows soon that he will have to get back to camp soon.
 

Firefang had heard before that cats with darker fur get hotter more easily, she doesn't know if that's true honestly it could be a nursery-tale and she feels it's further proven false when she pads towards the Sun-warmed pool and finds the palest cat in the clan seeking refuge in it's shallows. The pool was normally so warm, and now it seems to have become one of the cooler spots left in the territory, she hates water normally she'd only come here in the past to soothe her wounds and muscles on days she strained herself to hard out of necessity but today she comes here because she seeks some kind of sanctuary from the parch heat that encompasses the moor. She didn't expect to run into any other cat but regardless she does not shoot the former barn cat a glare, she's too tired and there was no need. It annoys her how well behaved they all were, they weren't like the kittypet Azaeleafrost who had constantly pushed her luck when she was first brought into the clan, they've kept their heads down and aren't dragging down the ones who are looking after them.

She doesn't like them but can respect that about Snowglare and those he once shared a barn with, that and they haven't done anything more then join in the first place to warrant her ire. She doesn't enter the water with silence, she mewls her form of a greeting "Hate to disturb your peace but I'm comin' in" she pads in and bites back her intial discomfort before sinking down onto her haunches to lay in the shallow pool. A pleased sigh leaves her maw "This fire has me thinkin' those River-rats actually have it good livin' with their paws in the water. It's way better then getting your fur scorched with fire." she remarks.



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    Firefang She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
    Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by Kedamono@legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​