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Well, this was just great. Ratstar wrinkled his nose in annoyance as he poked his head out of the entrance of his den, staring up at the dark, billowing blanket of storm clouds that rolled overhead. Stepping cautiously out of the hollow for a better look, the brown tabby's frown only deepened as a low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. "Good thing I held the apprentice ceremony this mornin'," he remarked to himself, he glanced around the open meadow that made up Summerclan's camp, noticing the nervous looks on the faces of many of the younger cats. As far as he could tell, Summerclan territory didn't usually have thunderstorms - rain, sure, but not big uproars like this was probably gonna be; the clouds lookin' like they were going to burst open at any moment.
Grasspaw had been making himself busy all afternoon with putting together his brand new nest in the apprentices' den; the dark-brown tom so eager for his newfound apprenticeship that he completely missed the sudden change in weather as he flitted about, gathering moss and feathers and whatever else he could use. It was only when the young feline stepped outside again that he finally noticed how unnaturally dark it had gotten, and as the telltale sound of thunder roared in the distance, his ears quickly pinned back anxiously against his head as he tried to resist the urge to go search for his mother.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 17, 2020 19:15:58 GMT -5
Gentlebreeze came softly over to Ratstar's side. "This looks like a storm we had three or four Greenleaf's ago," she meowed as she looked upward at the gathering clouds. "A whirling cloud finger came out of the clouds full of wind and debris. It cut a path right down the middle of our territory. We thanked StarClan that it didn't find our camp." A worried look shadowed her normally serene face. "I hope I don't ever see one of those things again."
Redpaw came dashing over to her new den in a rush of excitement. "Grasspaw! Grasspaw! What's happening to the sky? The clouds are all black and angry looking." She cast a concerned look back over her shoulder. "Everyone seems to be ... nervous." She knew the word she wanted to use was 'scared' but she didn't want to say it out loud.
The leader blinked in surprise at the senior warrior's approach, not having noticed her until she spoke up right next to him. Briefly startled, Ratstar quickly dipped his head respectfully to the older she-cat; Dustfeather's quieter, more level-headed littermate. "Ah, an ol' twister," he recalled, still keeping his single eye on the twirling clouds above. "I've heard o' 'em, powerful storms indeed. Hopefully Starclan will be on our side tonight as well - sky's been dry these past few days, which makes a storm like this even worser."
Almost instinctively Grasspaw moved closer to his sister's side, out of a mix of both protectiveness and fear. "I don't know, Redpaw..." he mewed, having lost his usual confidence and bravado as another low rumble sounded in the distance - closer this time. "The clouds are grey, like its gonna rain...but even darker grey. It is going to be a bigger rain? Is that even possible?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 1, 2020 19:21:13 GMT -5
"A twister, you say?" Gentlebreeze replied thoughtfully. "Yes, that's a good name for the whirling cloud I saw. I just hope another one doesn't come." Even in all the seriousness of what was transpiring, she was amused at Ratstar's quaint speech. Worser, she thought almost smiling. "Do you think we should make preparations? There's an old tunnel behind the nursery that's been blocked up for seasons. It might be a safe place to shelter if needed." She was a young cat when a group of tunnel cats lived under SummerClan's territory. It had been awhile since she thought about those friendly and helpful Cats of the Storm. How fitting, she mused as she recalled their name.
Redpaw pressed her side against her brother's. Even though danger was close, it was a comfort to know Grasspaw was there with her. "A bigger rain? I don't know," she mewed uncertainly. "Have you seen Mudthistle and Crimsonlife around?" She hoped they were both safe somewhere in the camp.
