- Sep 20, 2022
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
It had been days since he had been shot by a paintball from one of the thundersticks that the twolegs wielded, and during that time he had been cursed with sporting a rather obvious pink splotch on his rump. It was... embarrassing. Licking it off remained a futile effort due to the truly disgusting taste that the paint left behind. Washing at the river was truly his only option. The only hassle was that he wasn't particularly keen on water, never had been.
The thin warrior steeled his nerves and braved a trek down to the river that cut between ThunderClan and RiverClan's territories. He found himself by the high edge that over looked the river, but as he leaned over to examine the water below the soft soil that made up the bank crumbled under his weight and sent him plunging into the river below. The tom frantically thrashed and scrambled for the surface, gulping down air whenever he could. By a stroke of luck his claws found purchase on a rock jutting out of the water and he was able to haul himself up onto it, gaining respite from the water's pull.
And there Sunnyday sat, wet and shivering, and too afraid to make an attempt for either bank of the river. "This isn't my day."
// @ELMBREEZE
It had been days since he had been shot by a paintball from one of the thundersticks that the twolegs wielded, and during that time he had been cursed with sporting a rather obvious pink splotch on his rump. It was... embarrassing. Licking it off remained a futile effort due to the truly disgusting taste that the paint left behind. Washing at the river was truly his only option. The only hassle was that he wasn't particularly keen on water, never had been.
The thin warrior steeled his nerves and braved a trek down to the river that cut between ThunderClan and RiverClan's territories. He found himself by the high edge that over looked the river, but as he leaned over to examine the water below the soft soil that made up the bank crumbled under his weight and sent him plunging into the river below. The tom frantically thrashed and scrambled for the surface, gulping down air whenever he could. By a stroke of luck his claws found purchase on a rock jutting out of the water and he was able to haul himself up onto it, gaining respite from the water's pull.
And there Sunnyday sat, wet and shivering, and too afraid to make an attempt for either bank of the river. "This isn't my day."
// @ELMBREEZE