Open Camp RiverClan have you ever seen the rain 𓆟. ° .• — DEN REPAIRS

[Adderfang]

{$title} Help with repairs or simply enjoy (or not so much) the rain!

The past few days left the camp soaked through. Small puddles turned into engorged stream beds that spilled over into camp. The woven structures that Peachtrot and the others put together were getting put through the ringer. After the first few showers, they were tinged with a persisting musty dampness.

It hadn't let up much since earlier that morning, and Adderfang curled tightly in his nest to wait out the worst of it—as well as catch up on rest before the next patrol. When he'd drifted off, it was to the battering of rain on the woven roof and the wind whistling through the reeds. Maybe he was more tired than he thought because despite the storm's tantrum, sleep came easy.

The steady rise and fall of his chest were interrupted by a burst of cold water dousing him from above. He jolted awake with a choked growl, claws flexing into the soggy moss beneath him. There was a split second Adderfang thought he was back that shed—The panic surged through him, and it wasn't until his eyes adjusted and he took in the interior of the warrior den that he allowed himself to relax.

A rasp of relief left him, and he lifted weary eyes to the ceiling. Another fat droplet struck him across the muzzle. Lo and behold—a bright spot overhead where the storm had worn a hole clean through the roof. He blinked at it for a long moment, water sliding slowly down his chin. A steady rhythm of more drops followed, each as irritating as the last.

Seemed that was the end of his nap.

Grumbling under his breath, Adderfang pushed himself upright, peeling from his nest like a wet leaf. Damp fur clinging to his sides. The rain had eased to a drizzle by now—not pleasant, but manageable enough to work in. Still, he couldn't help the loud sigh that escaped him as he stepped out into camp.

Now that he had a proper look around, the storm damage was obvious. A few dens other dens sagged with water weight, and others had new gaps that would need patching. Adderfang exhaled through his nose and dragged through flooded ground toward the reedbeds to begin collecting what was needed to start the repairs.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​