pafp The Howling Eye || Wimdy

[Voidwhisker]

The storm brewing outside was unknown to Voidwhisker, the small tunneler having spent most of his time underground. He prefered the tunnels sometimes, it was quieter than the surface. Less going on.

But he had to crawl out of his hole sometimes, and that's what he was doing today. He had lost track of what time it was, and with a mole in his jaws, he slinked through the winding tunnels to the entrance, where light filtered through.

Day time meant his eyes would hurt, but after they adjusted he would be fine. He breached the surface with his catch......

Only to be buffeted by winds he was not expecting.

He dropped the mole to shout exclaim. "WHY IS IT SO WINDY-!!?"

As if to answer him, a sudden burst of wind sent the small cat airborne before he could brace himself. All he could do was give a startled screech as he was blown away like a tumbleweed.... Right into a clanmate!

He hit them with an oof, and tried to regain his footing.

".....HI THERE, I SEE THINGS ARE GOING JUST GREAT OUT HERE. REALLY DIGGING THE NICE, NEW LEAF BREEZE." He greeted, shouting over the wind.

@Venomthroat.​

 

[✧ Venomthroat.]

I REALLY COULDN'T CARE LESS

venomthroat | 28 months | non-binary | they/them | physically medium | mentally hard | attack in bold black

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It is at times like this that they truly regret following tigerfrost's decision and coming to the moorlands. Though the marshlands had their own fair share of issues, at least there was shelter from the wind and weather when it turned vengeful. This camp offers no such thing, and the muscular form of said shadowy feline is much to big for many of the tunnels. Irritation shines in green eyes as they hunch in on themselves best they can, shoulders held high to buffer the wind and ears flattened back. The last thing they expect is to be assaulted not only by the elements, but by the flailing form of a clanmate. Tch.

The warrior hardly moves, taking the impact solidly with only a slight stumble and scoring of the earth with their claws, before reaching out one heavy paw in an attempt to perhaps help Voidwhisker - though very awkwardly at that. "Starclan must be angry," they rasp, gravelly voice struggling to raise loud enough to be heard over the gale. The toms response has an amused smile quirking their lips humor returning despite the situation. "A nice change from the hot sun, no-?" they return, all to familiar with the grumbles of their clanmates over the recent heat (not that they mind, no, they rather like the feeling of burning alive thank you).
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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw can't tell whether she should puff out her fur to protect herself from the buffeting winds, or if she should try and remain slick enough that each breeze has less to grab on to. It seems as the clouds race across the skies, the incoming storm only threatens to get stronger - and it shows, with how Voidwhisker is tossed aside by it. She figures she would've been, too, had she not hunkered down just on the opposite side of Venomthroat when she heard the howls approaching.

"Heh, sorry," she apologizes for using the shadowy feline as a buffer between herself and the elements, though anyone with eyes and ears can tell that she hardly means it and, in fact, would do it again. She stands a little taller once the winds have calmed a bit, ears flicking as she looks between the two warriors. "I think just a little sun-shower would've been enough of a change," she offers, though the conversation was not meant for her. ​

 

[Voidwhisker]

He's glad Venomthroat reacted more positively than some of his clanmates would. He already felt bad about being so small he could get blown away. Though to be fair to himself, this wind was atrocious. He appreciates the help, getting back upright and pressing himself down to the ground. "Thanks-" He says.

The idea of Starclan being angry made him shiver, though with the rippling of his fur in the wind it was probably not very visible. "Well, then Starclan should stop being angry." He says. A tall order, but it was in jest. Starclan could be mad all they wanted, just dont strike him with lightning or any other awful weather related incident.

"You know, I DID say I wished it wasn't so hot." Was this his fault? Was Starclan picking on him? They're lucky he couldn't pick on them back. Cottonpaw arrives and he has to agree with her. A sunshower would have been great! "A sunshower would be great!" He voiced his thoughts. "We could have had a rainbow, too! But no, we got a storm with too much enthusiasm."

Woe, why must they suffer this way.​

 

[>Twigwhisper]

— Much like Voidwhisker, Twigwhisper also preferred the tunnels over the open moors. The tunnels felt safer.. less exposed. Over the sounds of the howling gale overhead, he'd hear shouting. Hesitantly, the brown tabby would pop his head out from the entry of a tunnel only to be met with a kick of dirt in his eyes. "STARCLAN, WHY!" The yowl would blast from his maw before his head would be quick to duck back under as he irritatedly rubbed at his eyes. He hated the winds, hated them! The irony of his clan's namesake. The tunneler with watery eyes would remain in his hole, thoroughly upset with his choices now. "Stop upsetting the stars then!" He'd holler from where he was hunched. — tags​