camp SWEET REAL LEGEND [ prompt / rainstorm ]

[rivewhisper]

"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN MOVE ME?"​

For as loud and boisterous as Rivepaw was before the battle, thunderstorms were always louder. It had been a clear sky, the blue-est of blues, ones that made Rivepaw want to run amongst the moor despite the pollen and flowers that were quickly sprouting, but the winds had brought a storm in fast. Rivepaw's eyes had darted up towards the darkening clouds, and made soft mention to another apprentice that it was going to rain soon. Lo and behold, rain it did. Now, rain was okay, as long as there wasn't thunder, but it seemed Rivepaw was still on edge.

She had chosen to settle near the edge of the medicine den, as if it would shield her from the water that quickly dampened pelts, ones that ran to find shelter either in smaller tucked dens or with each other. It was newleaf, and while it was warm with the sunlight, in the shade, it was still chilly. Rivepaw's ears twitched, flicking water free from them as a soft exhale left her. Her vision turned towards the nearest who had chosen the same shelter to sit in, and her head tilted. "Do you think all the prey is hiding like we are?" She exhaled, almost amused at the thought of rabbits tucked away in their dens, beady eyes settled upon the raindrops.

"Better yet, do you think we look funny huddled away from the rain like this?" Rivepaw asked. She personally didn't want to be out in it- after all, long fur took much, much longer to dry then that of some of the shorter pelted clanners.

// prompt - “Quickly falling April showers lead to rapidly rising May flowers.” A sunny day quickly takes a turn for the worst! What is your characters solution to passing time with others on a rainy day?​

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[Firefang]

Not every day was going to be perfect much to her chagrin, it wouldn't be so bad if it was just a drizzle - far from the best hunting conditions but workable. The downpour before her wasn't a drizzle; there would be no hunting until the cloud began to clear. She'd gotten wet in her dash to cover, she hadn't noticed until it was already coming down, her fur drips but she's not soaked to the bone at the very least. She'd found a spot in the shade of the medicine den, she hadn't thought about it had just run for the closest cover she could find if she had she'd have picked any where else. She avoided this place for a reason, she held more wariness of their medicine cat then she ever did for Sunstar. She sits next to one of the toms' spawn, a beaten up young she-cat that she recognizes as Rivepaw. She shrugs her shoulders, who knew what went through the brains of prey she doubts much swirls in their skulls at all.

It's her next question that earns a huff of laughter from her and she replies with a mraow "We'd look even funnier soaked, 'specially you kit. You long furred cats look like rats when your wet" she smirks.

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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. ​

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[dimmingsun]

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Storms rolling in is one thing - there's something even peaceful about them, in the way the giant dark clouds block out the blues of the sky, in sharp contrast to the pale yellows (and now greens) of the moor. Nature always seems to hold its breath in wait for the inevitable downpour.

The part Dimmingsun doesn't like about it is when it actually happens. A hard to maintain fur means he'd much prefer to stay dry.

"They might be happy we're gone," he mutters after a hushed sorry thrown Rivepaw's way, huddling close. This spot had been the closest. Dimmingsun throws a glance over his back, wondering if Wolfsong is going to push them all out of the way. He draws a big paw over his face instead of shaking his pelt out like a dog; no wonder he'd get some angry retorts or claws if he sprayed both Firefang and Rivepaw.

A snort escapes him, more amused than insulted. 'Rat' is a pretty good comparison to how Dimmingsun feels right about now. "Can confirm. It's awful. Why can't the rain just stick to RiverClan instead? They're wet all the time anyway."

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.12.24

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• DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 32 MOONS

  ✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Wolfsong does not mind the rain, but today, he has no desire to trek in it for long— so it is indeed fortunate that he is within the medicine den when the sky unburdens itself. Newleaf marks the beginning of a bountiful harvest he is eager for, so there is much to prepare for. Not everyone has the option to be productive within shelter, however; moor runners' responsibilities are almost exclusively at the mercy of the elements, and he eyes the entrance to his den with no small amount of amusement, watching his daughter evade the storm. There are others with her, though Firefang does not stir the warmth that Rivepaw does.

Dimmingsun, at least, is unabrasive. Neither does he protest Firefang's assessment.

"Do we, now?" His rasp carries with a slight echo in the den. "Perhaps you're right. How fortunate, then, that it is only on days it rains— though the same cannot be said for you, Firefang, who are a rat every day the sun rises."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Tunnelers made no secret of the fact that the labyrinth they traversed could be merciless, cruel even as it provided them with prey, and a purpose. However, there was also sanctuary to be found down in the tunnels - provided the dirt remained packed tightly enough to keep the rain from above out. Thankfully this time it was enough, the roaring downpour from above causing Rattleheart's head to raise as he grew nearer to one of the entrances leading into camp. He wasn't entirely sure he even wanted to venture out, forced to squint against the force of the rain as he stuck out only his head to survey his surroundings. It was an active battle not to end up drenched from that alone, yanking his head back into the earth as he formulated a plan.

Though in the end, that plan pretty much just ended up being bolt.

Long legs carried the lead warrior quickly forward as he raced from the tunnel entrance towards the shelter that the medicine den provided, barely managing to stop himself before he went bowling into the huddle of cats that was already gathered there. His claws dug down into the earth once he was protected, twisting around so that he could inspect his own pelt. "I guess at least this has ended up helping with getting the dirt off. I have to say I still prefer the Sun-Warmed Pool, though..." He arrived just in time to hear Wolfsong's comment towards Firefang, an unintentional snort leaving Rattleheart before he shook his head. "Are you glad for the visitors then, Wolfsong?" His tone was light and playful towards the medicine cat, sure that the other had to be amused by the way they all huddled together like wayward kits over a little rain.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Sudden rainstorms are a hallmark of spring, a true sign of the seasons turning. Unlike some of her clanmates, though, the lead warrior sees no reason to allow a bit of rainfall to stall her duties for the day. The prey may be hiding from moor runners, but a tunneler’s hunting becomes somehow easier when it is raining aboveground. The calico is heading for the nearest tunnel to camp when she passes by the medicine den, spotting a group of cats huddled together and conversing in the shelter that is provided.

"What are you all doing hiding under there?" She gives a shake of her tail, flinging water in an arc through the air away from them. She doesn’t wish to actually splash any of them with water, though they are likely already soaked through if they have been out in the rain for more than a few heartbeats. The pattering of raindrops on her scarlet-striped back is flattening her short fur against her body, but at the same time it is surely giving her pelt a full cleaning. "This is a much more thorough bath than the sun-warmed pool," she comments, glancing at all her longer-furred clanmates. She can understand why they would all find huddling in their shelter preferable to the feeling of shaggy fur plastered against their skin.​

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[rivewhisper]

"TAKE ME TO YOUR ORCHARD, SO SWEET"​

More and more cats clambered near them, and their ears twitched, vision shifting to each and everyone. The first was a cat she didn't like very much- Rivepaw didn't appreciate back-handed compliments, or rude statements, or... whatever the heck else Firefang found appropriate to say at any time. Rivepaw snorted, her head lifting up. "I'm not a kit." She growled sharply, pushing to her paws and sitting with stiff muscles. Seriously, after everything she just went through? The scar painting her face, the one that nearly tore her stomach open?

Her fangs pressed together, lips pursing as she attempted to steer her anger clear. She can't will the effort to respond to Dimmingsun- but it's akin to the sun cleared the clouds when her ðir speaks. Snowy-blue eyes flicked towards him, vision settled on his mottled and scarred pelt. A stark grin crossed her face, falling short on the left side of her face from the scarred muscles. She picked herself up, stepping inside the den long enough to brush her side against Wolfsong in greeting. It may have been juvenile, but she stuck her tongue out at Firefang.

Rattleheart speaks, and Rivepaw takes the time to stare out at the rain as teases were dropped between them. Thoughts hovered simply on Firefang's statement still, deeply rooted in her brain now. Did I never progress as a cat? Am I still akin to a kit? Scorchstreak's statement has the apprentice jumping, owl-eyes shifting towards the lead. "The rain is cold, though." Rivepaw argued, her tail twitching. "And long fur is so much harder to get dry after it rains." Okay, now she was whining. Her eyes blinked at Scorchstreak.

An awkward statement followed, perhaps contrasted to how she used to be. "Are you going for a hunt?"
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"yuh"​