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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Nov 9, 2021 19:08:53 GMT -5
The rains poured down endlessly. His fur clung uncomfortably to his body as he took the first hunting patrol of the night. Peering up at the sky, he was relieved to see that the cloud-covered moon was almost overhead meaning he would be done soon. Hunting in this kind of weather wasn't ideal, especially as a cold night wind threatened to turn him to sleet right then and there. Canarynight attempted to stay under cover but that proved to be useless as soggy bushes brushed up against his already cold body. It was miserable, but he preferred it this way. Misery keeps company with misery, as they say. More discomfort meant that he was more likely to be left alone to do what he liked. In weather like this, no one cared if you slipped away to go 'hunt' somewhere else. Truthfully, they probably wished he'd taken his leave of the patrol sooner.
He finally found his relief in the form of a real dead-looking, shrubby kind of tree. There were probably better trees to seek shelter under, but this one looked like his best bet for the moment. Shivering, he began to attempt to fluff his golden coat up.
Aspenstar, on the contrary, felt a certain freedom in maneuvering the world when it was wet. She didn't mind the feeling of her pelt tugging with the weight of the water. In fact, there was something inherently calming about the rain to her. Perhaps this was because water seemed to be a ... particular problem for her. She'd nearly drown once and had lost her first life to the river. Maybe, she found moving through the rain to be a way to regain her authority and control over the elements; by thriving in the rain, she declared that the water would not be soverign.
That all being said, there came a point where she, too, seemed more than willing to find shelter to watch the rain fall from beneath. She let her gaze gloss across the trees. It settled on the same shrubby tree that Canarynight found himself under. She found herself walking towards it, more because she was suddenly interested in talking to the tom than to actually find shelter.
"Looks like I'm not the only one caught in the rain," the leader hummed as she approached. "Mind if I join you?"
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
2,485 posts
Post by simplylight on Nov 16, 2021 23:21:32 GMT -5
Canarynight wasn't good with formalities, so it was blatantly clear that he thought the leader had lost her mind as he glanced up at the thin shrub above their heads. Little bits of damp, rotten leaves hung on for dear life to it's sad, skinny branches. There was some metaphor of hope for that, he was sure, but instead it just made his mood sink even lower. "Sure. This is the best shelter in all the territory." He responded dryly, feeling the coldness of his damp coat against his bones suffocating, and in turn making his sentence come out more cranky than sarcastic. He had one special talent, it seemed: to distance himself away from every living being with dry sarcasm and a sour face.
Letting out a sigh, he looked over at the equally drenched Aspenstar. "You don't seem to bothered by it? How do you do it?"
She padded next to him, standing close enough they almost touched, something she attributed to the desire to share body heat. Her whiskers flicked in amusement at his tone, and then she raised a brow at his question. Her lips pulled into a grin as she looked down at herself. "Oh, this?" the light colored leader meowed, her half blind gaze taking in her pelt. "Well, I don't normally broadcast this," the leader meowed with a laugh in her voice, "but rain ain't nothin' after you've drown once." The way she said it made it sound like she was joking - was Aspenstar really joking about being murdered by Eshek? Knowing her, probably. "Worst the rain will do is get me wet, it won't kill me. When you look at it that way, it's a lot easier to tolerate." Unless there was a need not to be, Aspenstar was brutally honest whenever she could be.
She glanced back at him. "If you're willing to get a little bit damper, the bear den's not too far from here. The storm's are bad this time of year- it might be good to find something a little more... durable," she meowed, glancing back up at the shrub. "Unless you want some water desensitization. This feels like perfect exposure therapy," she then continued with a wink of her working eye.
