TOOK ME BY SURPRISE [swimming swamp cat]

[Cloudpaw .]

✵ ღ ☾ I'LL LET YOU DOWN - Now that trips out of camp were more lenient for her, Cloudy had not hesitated to take the advantage to explore.
Much to her disappointment with the coming of green-leaf, she quickly discovered how few good places there were to swim, especially upsetting when the heat sent invisible crawlers through her pelt.
It wasn’t until today though that she realized how awfully she needed a swim, though she made the responsible decision to fetch someone to accompany her rather than simply leaving on her own.
Now, she trekked lightly down a damp river bank, a part of her happy to shed the marsh-lands mud in exchange for twigs and lusher foliage.
Finally the trail she was followed took a sharp turn, and led to a small pool in the small river, protected from the currents by sturdy rocks. She looked back to the companion that had tagged along before moving forward, holding back a breath of relief as her first paw dipped into the coldly refreshing water, quickly followed by the rest of her being. The water came to about her chin, but she only went that deep once, before settling to wade around at shoulder-height.
❝ Speech. ❞

IF YOU LET ME TOO CLOSE​

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[CICADASTAR]

− ♱ ABOUT : he'd been taking more trips out towards the river nowadays. when the heat weaved its way into his curled pelt and left his mouth open, barbed tongue hanging to keep cooled. the marshland had been a good respite, nestled deep within the swamp, laden with mud and flora enough to keep him from keeling via direct sunlight. it was disgusting, though ; the dirt and muck that clung to his pelt was bad enough if not worse than the violent, blazing rays of golden light beating down from above. his fourth greenleaf and with each passing one, he began to cement the fact that he hated it. bareleaf's starvation seemed almost preferable to the way he had to fight for air on his way towards the riverbank, lips parted and orbital ears flat. he supposed it could be in part due to exhaustion, and hunger. the sounds of the river meeting his ears comes with a flood of relief, the shimmering surface coming just into view over the horizon. cicada could almost feel the cool liquid slipping through his curls, soaking his pelt and cooling his too - hot skin in rivulets of icewater. the ease on his muscles as he releases tension, floating easily in the lazy stream.

a flash of white alerts him to another presence, his body stiffening briefly in alarm. with a brief sniff however, he concludes that the molly is of his own colony. cloudy. he feels a brief rush of sympathy over her pale white pelt, offering little camouflage amongst the greenery of the forest. cicada breaths an audible sigh of relief, coming alongside the riverbank and nearly shuddering at the feeling of water pooling over his paws, soaking them to the sharp knuckle, “ enjoying the new freedom, liebling? “ he calls, voice trailing on a purr despite its obvious exhaustion. slowly he creeps into the water up to his mid - limbs, then settles, the cool liquid coming up to about his middle chest, seeping his fur and pulling it with the stream, “ you’ve the right idea, though. good day for a swim. “

out of character information translations

• − CICADA ; he / him, roughly thirty two months old, marsh group member
  − tall black smoke tortie chimera with icecap eyes and curly fur, homosexual
  − speaks with a german accent, attack in #171717, penned by antlers
  
  
• liebling: darling.

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