Open ThunderClan RiverClan ShadowClan SkyClan WindClan raindrops keep fallin' on my head [open/rainy day bonding]

[COLD]

THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK,
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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To be fair, Cold– or rather, Coldpaw, now– hadn't expected the rain to fall so hard that day. While the skies had definitely had a gloom to them that warned of water to come, it hadn't felt any different from other days spent out on the moors dealing with the 'spring showers' the older cats kept promising would herald them into better weather. So of course, the 'apprentice' had gone out.

The word still felt foreign even in his mind, some strange new thing that'd been pressed into his life by a cat whose judgement he didn't trust, talking of stars and dreams and destinys that left them sounding like a madwoman. At times it had the youth tempted to leave– but then he thought about Dandelion and the other cats he'd be leaving behind and his paws always brought him back.

He couldn't abandoned them.

So he'd gone out to search for some fresh bedding in the woods beyond the grasslands, where the shade of the newly budding trees would hopefully offer a better bounty for it than the fields.

And that's when the storm had rolled in.

Sudden and fierce, Cold had been struck hard by the winds first and the rain shortly after. It came down in heavy sheets that plastered his fur to his body, and rather than race blindly through the storm, he chose instead to duck inside a nearby badgerset instead.

"Just my luck." he mumbled to himself as he paused inside the entrance to shake out his smokey coat, wincing slightly as he jolted the burn on his leg. It was a minor thing, mostly just scarring now, but he still couldn't help but flinch whenever he felt the odd tug of flesh there.

Quietly the young tom settled, prepared to ride out the storm alone in the relative safety of the old badger den– or so he though.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — this takes place at fourtrees, which is unclaimed territory! Feel free to have your character also be taking shelter here from the storm!!​
• windclan apprentice- 7 months - male - an athletic gray tabby with yellow eyes

 

[Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

See, Stoatpaw had gotten into the habit of following along without question being being told she was needed for a patrol. Sablestar had dragged her along plenty of times for something or other and there was never time to ask while he walked ahead of her, just expecting her to keep up. She couldn't ask him where they were going if she couldn't see what he said, so now she just decided to come along when told and ask questions when they made it to their destination.

That day was no different, they'd headed near the big trees no one liked to talk much about, fourtrees. Getting information from the other clan cats was a feat, so it was another thing she gave up asking about. She was growing restless not knowing things, but then again she was only an apprentice. But knowing something once in a while would be nice. She huffed to herself, pawing at some herbs she had found, she wasn't sure what they were but maybe they could be useful for Cicadabuzz-

"Wha-" She whispered to herself, feeling a heavy thunk atop her head. The top of her head was suddenly wet. Stoatpaw's fur bristled as she realised peering up those dark clouds she had noticed earlier had ended up right over them. The apprentice huffed, she wasn't all too fussed about the rain, being a little soggy wasn't the end of the world. But just as she supposed that the rain began to fall harder. This wasn't no drizzle but a storm. Rain lashed down unforgivingly atop the apprentice, she looked around for the rest of the patrol to start heading home. Though, to her dismay, the rain fell thick and fast and her line of vision was obscured. Especially with her lack of hearing, she had no way to find anyone else.

She gulped hard, and while she didn't mind the rain, she didn't want to risk trying to find camp when she was already somewhere unfamiliar. Especially not to run the risk of walking into another clan's territory, she didn't know Thunderclan, but it seemed as if they hated any Shadowclan cats, including herself. Instead, Stoatpaw decided to shelter in the area, wait for the rain to pass by, and catch up with the patrol later. She wandered around for a short while, hoping for a tree hollow or the sort to duck under, and her eyes fell on a hole. It was likely a creature's den, it'd be risky to duck in but if there was anything dangerous inside, she could skitter out and the rain would cover her tracks.

With that, she slipped into the den, white fur utterly drenched in rain. Though with the blur of rain, she bumped into something. Her heart thumped in her chest, panic immediately setting in thinking a fox or something was ready to pierce her flesh. But, instead, was another cat. They seemed the same age as Stoatpaw, and while they were a strange face, she breathed a sigh of relief. Though she noticed interrupting the smokey pelt on their leg was a scar, though the den was dark it was clear the thing was fresh, she cringed and looked to the other cat apologetically. "Oh! I'm sorry, I uh- Just wanted to get out of the rain." She chuckled sheepishly, her fur dripping water into the den with every step. She was apprehensive of the new face, making sure to not sit too close to cause them any discomfort. "Hope I didn't scare you much... Oh! My name's Stoatpaw."

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 7 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix

 

[Dewshine's iconDewshine]

⋆˚✧˖° Come On, Come On, We Can Go Away

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When Dewshine had been a kittypet rain was something that had been something almost entertaining from inside her twoleg's den, watching raindrops trickle in a race against the glass while she was warm and cozy inside. Sometimes she'd watch twolegs with their dogs run to get out of the rain, or other cats scramble to take shelter in the bushes of her garden. If they were still there when the downpour let up and her twolegs opened her tunnel she'd often come out to say hello. It was far far less entertaining when she was out in it, she decided.

Another raindrop landed square on the silver molly's nose and she let out of a small huff of annoyance as she bent to pick up the moss she had been gathering just before the sky had opened up above her. At this rate it'd be too soaked to use for anything but carrying water if she didn't find somewhere dry to wait out the storm. If the wind didn't blow the moss right out of her mouth first.

A flash of lightning lit the sky, almost blindingly, and Dewshine jumped at the following boom. "Oh my goodness..." It's a faint mumble around the moss, orange eyes frantically searching for some semblance of shelter. The badgerset had almost been missed completely but the wind picking up had blown the grass at the entrance nearly completely flat and it was that which brought her attention to it.

There were no obvious signs of badgers nearby, no tracks, no scent through the rain- and so she quickly ducked inside to shake herself somewhat dry. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, an unfamiliar and a VERY familiar scent reached her and she blinked at the two apprentices before her. Shadowclan and... some scent she wasn't familiar with at all. Hardly a threat at all.

"I see we all had the same idea after getting caught out in this," She murmured cheerfully. "My name is Dewshine. And you two are..?"

✦──

── We Don't Need Them ✦

• 
  Dewshine
  ✦—ThunderClan Warrior
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
  #8f85c2

 

[Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Stoatpaw sat, slumped almost, trying to dry off her fur. At least the upside of the torrential rain meant her muddied paws had been saturated and made it far easier to clean herself up... Though the mud would be far worse after all this, she realised. The apprentice shrugged to herself, eyes darting to the other cat, who seemed preoccupied. Almost as she went to speak again, a larger figure shadowed the entrance to the hovel. Her blood ran cold. Her eyes shot to the other cat, fully expecting whoever was the owner of the hole to have come back to see two unusual faces.

But just as Stoatpaw was preparing to have to run or fight or maybe something else, a face came into view. One kindly yet seemingly just as shocked to see them. A grey cat, just as soaked from the rain, stepped within. Even with the overwhelming scent of rain, the apprentice's fur prickled with the realisation that this cat smelled familiar. 'Thunderclan...' There was a jolt of fear, exasperated by the rumbling of the storm roaring underfoot, a flash of light illuminating outside the hole as the warrior stepped in.

She wasn't quite sure how to react, part of her was nervous, while she had no bad blood with Thunderclan, she knew just as well this cat could scent her Shadowclan home. It wasn't hard to tell when a cat lived in the pocosin after all. But she seemed... Friendly. Introducing herself as Dewshine with a smile tugging at her lips. She couldn't help but return the smile. Stoat still kept herself aware of the situation but spoke carefully. "Hello Miss. I'm Stoatpaw..." She peered at the other apprentice, she didn't know his name, she breathed to say as much, but just decided to leave that for himself. "I. I got separated from my patrol in the rain..."

Her addition served two purposes; if Dewshine meant ill will, she would know there are cats looking for her. But if she didn't? Well... There were cats looking for her, ones that would likely be furious to see a Thunderclan warrior anywhere near a Shadowclan apprentice, she still didn't know the bad blood between the two clans to the extent of the other cats but... Dewshine seemed kind, she didn't want her to get hurt, so at least once the rain stops, it'd give her a warning to leave before she might get hurt.

The apprentice flicked her tail lightly, still looking up the warrior, curious. "You are from Thunderclan, right? What is it like there?" She inquired, it was.... Rare, to say the least, that Stoatpaw ever saw a cat from another clan like this, let alone one from a clan she was meant to hate. She wasn't sure why that was, though.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 7 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix