Open Camp 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ── .✦ gentle rainfall

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Nothin' like the thunderstorm from afar, Duskpool peered at the cryin' sky with a rumbled hum, unbothered by the droplets batterin' lightly against his scarred frame. It was soothin' in a way. The smell almost familiar on nights where he'd coil around Sakura's form in a slow-movin' waltz through the muddy ground. A moment of peace before chaos erupts and stains the ground crimson. It brought a bittersweet smile to the warrior's gruff features, head twistin' to peer at the closest figure. "Reckon the kits will enjoy jumpin' in the puddles, eh?" He mused lightly.

He'd then peer down to see one of the smaller kiddos usin' him as an umbrella, drawin' an amused snort from the warrior. "Keepin' dry now are we?" He uttered in crinkled amusement. "Reckon a little rain ain't gonna hurt ya, squirt." He mused, head lowerin' to watch the smaller figure with a small quirk of his scarred lips. His whiskered quivered, drippin' with crystalized drops. It was coolin' to the touch. Though thanks to his thick coat, Duskpool barely felt it against his mangled skin. "Reckon I'm good for one thing, huh?" He mused with a slow flick of his wooly plumage.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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• left it vague enough so that anyone can be using duskpool as an umbrella! but otherwise it will be an npc kit ^^
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  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Fujimoto]

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The rain typically brought with it a drenched pelt that grew too heavy to lug around with. Fujimoto, as skittish of a cat he was, did not find the thunder dreadful- but rather the length of time it took for his fur to dry after it had passed. At least it hadn't come close enough yet to pour misery down unto him, just enough to mist and sprinkle the guard hairs of his coat.

"Spl-Splash around and get, uh, soaked with m-mud for sure." They chuckled as they looked across the swirling sky. Thunder scared prey back into their burrows, and they didn't envy any of the hunting patrols out in the pines right now. At least today that was not for him to gamble his luck on, having Downypaw focus on getting familiar with the structure of the elders den first. "Don't-Don't sell yourself sh-short, Duskpool. You, uh, make a good n-nest, too."

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[SWALLOWBREEZE]

swallowbreeze learned she didn't mind the rain in their new camp. in their previous camp she remembers becoming irrationally terrified from the rain, because of how it'd drum harshly against their gorge, and seep into camp like a shallow river. she'd get scared and scurry to the highest point her tiny legs could carry her, and her parents would have to coax her down after the storm settled.

here, it showered the camp in a drizzle, creating small puddles throughout the camp. thankfully, her medium-length fur wouldn't be much of an issue in the rain. it'd just be a pain to dry. swallowbreeze made a mental note to check on some of the regrowing plants once it's cleared up. "the caretakers will have their paws full once it's bedtime." she chimes in lightly.

thunder booms in the distance, far from camp, but close enough to be heard. she flicks an ear passively. "i hope the storm doesn't get too close, though. heavy rainfall would become a pain."