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Finchrunner shivered as she was pelted by raindrops, her silver tabby pelt was flattened to her side, making her naturally slim frame appear slimier. The storm had come from nowhere, but it struck hard, rain lashing the land while wind whipped at her wet fur and lightning clawed the sky. If StarClan ever fought a war, it would be a night like this, the warrior decided. The only shelter between the thinning grove of trees was the Abandoned Windmill. Finchrunner hesitated before bouncing on her toes, then hurried toward the Abandoned Windmill. Finchrunner stuffed her body into the side of the withering building through a thin crack of the wooden paneling, then waited, grateful to be dry but terrified as the skies thundered above.
Great, she was stuck out in the storm for Starclan-knows how long. She climbed the building, higher and higher, confidence aiding her in her swift leaps. This wasn't the first, let alone the fifth time she she-ct had visit the abandoned windmill. She knew it well, like the back of her tail. It was her get away spot, the perfect place to not only gather her thoughts, but get a scenic view of Fallclan territory. Today though, the view would not be as pleasant as usual.
She sat at the edge of an opening at the side of the Windmill, matching out as the skies roared with anger again before falling into silence. Finchrunner's own stormy blue eyes watched out with uneasiness, never leaving the skies as she began to groom herself.
A thunderstorm was on top of him before he knew it, ruining his hunt. He should have listened to what Poisonrush had to say to him before he left but he was too eager to prove to Icefrost that he was more than just a fighter. He could hunt too! He cursed the sky and just as soon as it left his mouth, thunder clapped, sending Burningember scrambling for cover underneath a large tree. "Alright! I didnt mean that," he yelled upwards hoping StarClan would accept his apology and at least make it to shelter nearby. If his knowledge of the land served him right, he should be near the Abandoned Windmill. I should be able to make it there in one piece right? He peeked out from underneath the tree's crown before making a break for his next location.
Another crack of thunder made the she-cat jump, her damp fur standing high as she glanced out at the sky. The wind whistled loudly to the cracks of the old building, causing the warrior to turn around quickly on her heels, her blue-grey eyes glaring around the empty build. Calm down Finch... its just the wind. She mentally reminded her gently, her fur finally settling back down as she slowly continued to groom herself. The moment of peace did not last though as the softest of padding echoed in the building. She froze mid lick, pulling away quickly to focus on the sound. The she-cat squinted towards the opening of the floor, silently padding forward to get a look at the bottom floor, but a loose wooden panel blow creaked loudly with her weird, giving way her location. She stopped in her tracks, her heart racing hard against her chest as she listened on for any other sound. Please don't it be another cat...
Burningember entered the base of the windmill through a small opening, escaping the storm's torrential downpour and harsh sounds. He let out a sigh of relief. Good. I made it here in one piece. He sniffed around the room, making sure it was clear of potential threats like snakes before he settled down. He genuinely enjoyed the sound the rain made as it hit the ground so he started off toward the same hole he came in through. But before he could get there, the sound of something creaking above him caught his attention. Looking up to see what it was, he was showered in dust, sending him into a sneezing fit. What was that he thought he asked himself as he looked up between sneezes.
Finchrunner's heart sank as a storm of sneezing followed her mistake, making her fur rise higher. She needed to hide and hide quickly. The silver she-cat looked around frantically, noting a fallen panel. It was thin, but enough for the she-cat to fit behind. With one silent and quick exhalation, she booked in at the direction of the wooden panel, her paws loud as they pounded against the creaky floorboards. She launched herself forward, landing on the other side of the panel and frozen, peaking out at the side in anticipation for the intruder, watching the broken staircase ahead for any signs of another living being...
Once the dust had finally settled, his sneezes grew more spaced out and eventually ceased. His face hurt but he ignored it as ears twitched as they picked up the distinct sound of movement above him. If someone or something was there, he surely didn't smell them. But, then again, the smells that the storm's rain melded together didnt help him either. Looking around the room, he spotted a set of stairs leading upward. He approached them cautiously, sniffing them to see if they held any clues. Nothing. Blast. He peered up the stairwell, but there was only darkness. He thought about what he wanted to do next for a moment, but ultimately decided to venture up them. He wanted to know what was there. He couldnt wait out the storm with the possibility he could be attacked. Curiosity killed the cat, they say... Pressing on, he made his way up, avoiding loose boards and exposed nails. As he ascended, a passing wind carried with it something familiar, but he could quite place it. Shrugging it off, he made it to the top of the stairs.
As the soft steps and creaks grew louder, Finchrunner braced herself, her muscles tensed tightly in preparation for a fight or a swift escape if needed. Her grey-blue eyes stared ahead with deep intensity, searching the shadows when suddenly a figure appeared. The dimness of the room hid the intruder's true colors for a few moments and the strong scent of earthly mud and rain muddled the scent of the cat that approached. For a moment, there was a hint of familiarity, but Finchrunner knew that the likelihood of scents mixed in this abandoned building and the storm outside could have played a trick on her senses. She wasn't willing to risk the chance. Her back paws wiggling in anticipation, her eyes narrowing as she locked onto her target ahead her body building back on strength before she launched herself out of her hiding spot, skidding just a few tail lengths from the figured before her right as another bolt of lightening illuminated the skies around her, slivers of light creaking through the cracks of the old building. It was that small moment of blinding light the revealed the true identity of the cat before her.
"Burningember?" She breathed, her defensive stance and spiked fur melting back down with a sigh of relief. "Oh thank Starclan it's you!"
Burningember would have jumped out of his fur if he could have, letting out a surprised yowl. He wasn't expecting whoever it was to pop out at him when they did. Once he got his sight back and relaxed a bit, he followed the sound of the voice and saw that it was Finchrunner. He let out a sigh of relief. So it wasn't some sort of predator after all. "Hey, Finchrunner" he greeted her with a smile. "You stuck out here too?" She looked relatively dry so she must have been here for a while. He peeked out a hole in the wall, the sound of rain hitting the structure growing louder as the wind picked up. "It sure is coming down, isn't it?" he said half disappointed.
A laugh erupted from Fallclan warrior, quieting down to a sympathetic grin "I am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you- I just didn't think anyone would be out during all this mayhem!" She glanced around, her skin crawling as another boom of thunder echoed outside the rustic building. She watched how Burningember stepped forward to a hole in the wall to look out, taking visible note of the surroundings. Curiousity got the best of her and she followed him, stepped forward until she reached his side, taking a turn to stare out at the wold outside the old windmill. "It is picking up lot more now..." She murmured, concern bright across her expression as she stared out. At this rate, if the storm were to continue, the two cats would be trapped here for some time. Having been so focused on the situation at hand, she didn't realize she was so close to the other Fallclan warrior. The closeness was rather personal but not intentional as Finchrunner continued to stare out curiously.
"I wonder when it wi-" he started to say as he turned his head towards her but stopped when he felt a brush of fur on his. He felt his fur turn hot with embarrassment but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was caught off guard by it? He didn't mind at all. Lightly clearing his throat, he finished his statement as he turned his attention back to the raging storm outside. "Y-yeah, I wonder when this storm will let up." Another flash of lighting followed by thunder made him jump again. It's probably going to be good bit before we can leave, he thought. He glanced over to to she-cat. At least he wouldn't be alone in this rickety old windmill.
Finchrunner noted the sudden pause, but didn't bother to turn to see why. The answer was obvious. With the storm blazing before them, it worked as a grand distraction even for her who couldn't keep her gaze off of the storming skies. Another thunderous growl erupted from the sky and Finchrunner jumped alongside Burningember. It was in that moment the she-cat realized how close she was to the Fallclan warrior. She could feel her own pelt burn hot. She didn't know the warrior particularly well, but she knew of him well enough.
"What are you doing out here anyways?" She asked, her pelt shaking slightly with nerves as the storm continued to thunder around them.
Burningember frowned disappointed. "Well, I was out here to prove my brother wrong that I am more than just a cat who can hunt well, but as you can see, I cant prove him wrong at the moment," he said with a light chuckle. He turned his gaze to her. "What about you? What brought you out here?"
A very blunt and loud "ppfffft" escaped Finchrunner as she took in the warrior's words, her stormy blue eyes locked onto his orbs with sudden wave of passion "You don't need to prove anything to your brother, everyone knows you are an amazing warrior." As always, the warrior spoke before she could think through her words. The words were genuine and blunt so much so she didn't realize how embarrassingly forward they were. Her honest truth often came out in the same manner and the she-cat was far too free thinking to realize how personal her words could be for others. It would usually take some time before the she-cat would reflect back on this moment and realize it, but in the moment, she spoke earnestly with no repercussion.
She smiled wider at his follow up question, glancing back out at the storm for a brief moment before glancing around the abandoned windmill. "This is my favorite spot to come to when I feel like camp can be overbearing." She admitted rather quickly, wincing as soon as the last word came out "-Not that I mean our clan mates are overbearing- or the clan in general per say- I have nothing against anyone, I just don't care to much to be in the same spot for too long- if that makes sense?" She corrected herself quickly, watching the tom with intense concern, hoping he didn't mistaken her words for complaining.
He was surprised by the compliment and his pelt burned even more with embarrassment; this was the first time anyone had ever really complimented him like that. He locked eyes with hers "Ye-yeah, I suppose you're. T-thank you," he said with a small smile. Then it hit him. Was she...flirting with me? As he returned his gaze, he couldn't help but notice how well her eyes contrasted with the storm that raged outside the windmill walls. Perhaps something would come out of this experience...
Burningember broke out of the trance he was in when she broke away to look at their surroundings and listened intently to her words. He let out a light chuckle as he watched her awkwardly explain her answer to his question. "It' okay, I totally understand what you mean by that. Sometimes it is better to be out here, where you can think freely and do what you want rather than be stuck in the hustle and bustle of camp," he meowed. A shiver went down his spine as he suddenly felt a cool breeze flow through the walls. He had completely forgotten that he was still wet. He glanced about him and paced around, finding a spot to lie down and conserve his body heat.
Finchrunner's shoulders dropped with visible relief, a smile melting away at the concern that had hardened her expression. "Yes, exactly- Exactly!" She repeated with growing excitement, rising quickly to her four paws in an additional show of emotion. "It can be... almost suffocating, the routine." She began passionately, her voice rising higher as she went on "I feel like I can easily lose myself in the mundane life. That's why I come out here a lot." She glanced around at the creaking windmill, her eyes bright as she took in the strangely crafted walls.
After a moment of silent admiration, she turned her view back down to the warrior just in time to see him visibly shiver. It was in that moment that she realized both of them were still soaking wet. "Oh my stars- you are going to get sick." She meowed with rejuvenated concern, stepping forward instinctively as she too paced near Burningember before melted next to him, shifting carefully as she leaned closer until she was able to crawl partly onto his shoulder, draping partly over him. Though her own fur was slick with rain, her body was warm. The action was instinctual as her maternal instincts kicked in, but it wasn't until she was comfortably settled over him in attempt to warm him did it hit her how forward she was. "A-are you comfortable? Warmer?" She asked, stumbling over her words in a small show of sudden embarrassment.
He didn't know how to respond to that; it was all too sudden. One minute they were talking about how monotonous days spent in camp were, next they were cuddl - no. Burningember shook the thought from his head. They were just huddled close together to share body heat and expedite the drying process. Despite being wet herself, her body radiated a comfortable heat. He had to admit it though, it was awkward to say the least. "Umm...uh...y-yeah, I guess I am," he managed to get out. "Is this comfortable for you? I mean I won't get sic-" his words were cut short when a sneeze caught him by surprise. Oh no. He looked at Finchrunner and let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm not sick, its just dusty in here." Maybe the weather was affecting him more than he thought.
The ever growing embarrassment made the she-cat grow hotter. She was quite comfortable aside from the heat of the embarrassment. "Oh, yea I am." She spoke quickly, too quickly. She mentally smacked her head in additional shame. Wow, this moment couldn't get awkward enough. Before she could stress further, an unexpected sneeze snapped the she-cat from the emotions, her attention and focus falling on the tom under her with a side smirk "Sure." She half-heartily agreed, shifting slightly over the tom. See? She was helping him to stay warm and hopefully not catch a cold. Her actions were innocent and unmotivated. The words weren't as convincing in her mind as she thought them, but she hoped paired with the sneeze that updated, Burningember would at least find the situation necessary more than awkward.
"You know, for living in Fallclan my whole life, I didn't a pretty bad job of familiarizing myself with my clan mates, especially you." She spoke nonchalantly, hoping to give the warrior something else to think of aside from this rather intrusive situation she had placed them in. "Might as well get to know each other since we will be stuck here for Starclan knows how long!"
Feeling another sneezing coming, his body tighten up and he was unable to respond to her right away. After a few moments, his body loosened up and he was able to speak again. "Sorry about that," he said with an apologetic chuckle. "But, yeah, that's understandable. We're always moving around that we sometime don't get the chance to have full on conversations with one another." He nodded. "But like you said, we're going to be here for awhile longer, we might as well make the most of it." No need in being awkward with one another especially if we're clanmates, right? he thought. "So, since you br-," He felt his body tense again. "Holdonaminute," he managed to get out before another sneeze ripped from his body. Shaking his head violently, he apologized again. "Sorry, hehe, what I meant to say was, uh, what do you for fun?"
Finchrunner felt the tom grow tense under her and she couldn't help but stare on with quiet concern. He pressed on though, regardless of the growing tension in his body and Finchrunner chose to listen and focus on his words rather than the worry that began to grow within her chest. Burningember didn't get too far though as he paused to let out another big sneeze, this time, launching the she-cat slightly thanks to the powerful heave in his body.
"Haha... for fun?" She repeated, concern hinging on her words unintentionally as she watched the tom's expression for any sign of discomfort or pain before pushing herself to continue the conversation "Climbing! I love climbing up trees- or even this two-leg den!" She meowed, turning her gaze up to the tall ceiling. "I've actually found a pretty safe way to scale this room to get to the top of the den- actually, do you see that opening there?" She asked, using her silver spotted tail to point up to a broken opening in the ceiling. It was located on the opposite side of where the two cats remained huddle and the only portion of the building to be wet thanks to the opening. "There is a ledge just off to the side of that opening. It's my favorite place to star gaze..." She explained softly, her stormy orbs softening at the thought of it. She hadn't realize she went quiet for so long, having been lost in the memories of the last time she scaled the building. It was after a few long, awkward moments did it hit her how quiet it was and that it was thanks to her zoning out. She flinched and laughed uncomfortably "It's actually really great- what about you?"
