DUSKPOOL
It'd been cloudy all mornin', unrelentin' as thunder rolled in, loud and earth-shatterin' in its wake. It made the hairs along his spine prickle in dread just waitin' for the downpour that'll sure come. He might've once enjoyed it once upon a time, but now? Duskpool could only swallow the cripplin' panic just itchin' beneath the surface. His facade remained neutral, prowlin' forward with a lazy flick of his wooly plumage. "Reckon we'll get rain any minute now." His molten iris flickerin' over his shoulder to the gathered lot.
His imposin' figure carried onward, maw tilted to scent the air, takin' note of the heavy aroma of scent and damp undergrowth. It wasn't long when the heady sound of thunder rolled overhead, followed by a flash of lightning cutting through the air. Foxdung. The rain hit seconds later, drenchin' their forms with droplets runnin' down a scarred muzzle to drip from his chin.
With flattened ears, Duskpool squinted through the haze of rain, mostly dry thanks to the waterproof undercoat that made him hotter than anythin' else. Supposed he should've been a RiverClanner in that case, but the thought of bein' surrounded by water made his skin prickle with unease. He preferred solid ground. Even the trees had him side-eyein' the sturdiness of 'em.
"Stay together!" His timbre smokey-tinged and solid as old oak weatherin' a harrowin' storm. His molten iris searched for Downypaw, mangled ears swivelin' in Teaselfeather's direction, "Keep an eye on Downypaw—" He rumbled to the young warrior before twistin' his gaze to look for Stonepaw, not givin' himself a chance to relax before spinnin' around to see where they've ended up before the storm hit.
His muzzle wrinkled, watchin' the sky be torn wide open as lightnin' rips down from the murky sky in jagged white scars, bathin' the world in a bright light for a fraction of a heartbeat. His body had pivoted toward the rain, shieldin' what he hoped was the worst of the storm. Thunder roared ahead, climbin' from the belly of the beast. Its booms low and rattlin' to the ears. He remained unwaverin' despite the trauma grippin' at his insides. "Come on, kiddos." He rumbled to the group, "Best we find some place to lie low and wait the worst of it before makin' our way back." His wooly plumage flickered, soppin' wet and let to slither on the ground like a snake. They were close to the fox burrow if he ain't mistaken. Another problem added to the list, but there must be an abandoned one to hold up in.
His imposin' figure carried onward, maw tilted to scent the air, takin' note of the heavy aroma of scent and damp undergrowth. It wasn't long when the heady sound of thunder rolled overhead, followed by a flash of lightning cutting through the air. Foxdung. The rain hit seconds later, drenchin' their forms with droplets runnin' down a scarred muzzle to drip from his chin.
With flattened ears, Duskpool squinted through the haze of rain, mostly dry thanks to the waterproof undercoat that made him hotter than anythin' else. Supposed he should've been a RiverClanner in that case, but the thought of bein' surrounded by water made his skin prickle with unease. He preferred solid ground. Even the trees had him side-eyein' the sturdiness of 'em.
"Stay together!" His timbre smokey-tinged and solid as old oak weatherin' a harrowin' storm. His molten iris searched for Downypaw, mangled ears swivelin' in Teaselfeather's direction, "Keep an eye on Downypaw—" He rumbled to the young warrior before twistin' his gaze to look for Stonepaw, not givin' himself a chance to relax before spinnin' around to see where they've ended up before the storm hit.
we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
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it's been cloudy the entire day when thunder rolls in the distance, lightning flashing over head as rain begins to fall. what will your patrol do? find somewhere to lay low and wait out the storm or battle through the rain to camp? @Downypaw @Teaselfeather @Stonepaw
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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 -