Prompt Border WindClan The Incoming Storm 🌧 WINDCLAN EVENT PROMPT ft. Silentstep, Lightning'growl, Fogstare, Eggsplat

[Silentstep Silentstep]

{$title} WE DOING A WINDCLAN EVENT PROMPT LADS. HELL YEAH!!

Silentstep, 36 moons || Windclan || Tunneler
A fawn tabby with brown and white speckles.
She has a friendly demeanor, yet overshadowed with oddity.

Tagging - @Fogstare @Lightning'growl @Eggsplat

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Charcoal colored clouds hung over the fields, enveloping it with gloom of shade and depth. From the distance came a low oppressed grumble that escaped from the depressing skies. Drops of rain speckled down as if the sky was crying, with its tears they watered the Windclan's territory. It wasn't a tendered sadness, but a spitting pour ready to burst at any given moment, it seemed. But yet, it had its spills of cries before... Though the feeling of something amiss dangled in the air.

Silentstep was sent out on a patrol along with two other Tunnelers, and a Moor Runner. She wasn't too thrilled in being appointed with anyone today, still caught up in annoyance of this weather's mood had forced her out of the tunnels with its rain... Then having to stand out and feel her pelt soak within each minute until seeking shelter in the medicine den. While she finds the cloudy days as a form of relief, yes, but the rain following after? It left a flick from her tail in irritation as she trudged along with Fogstare, Eggsplat and Lightning'growl.

But, tucking away the utter annoyance of today, something about the atmosphere... didn't felt right. It was calm. Too quiet... Her ears couldn't find the sounds of sparrows who would dance in the skies whistling in their sweet tunes... No, it was all silent. The she-cat hummed in thought, watching her paws drag along the wet soil of the earth, before pulling her focus toward the others, contemplating whether to voice her concerns.
" ... Uhm, Is... Is it just me or ... Is it too quiet here ...? "

 

[Fogstare Fogstare]

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Drip drip... Ugh! Fogstare shook his head, ear flicking loudly with the force of the shake. Usually such a small action wouldn't be heard, or even lingered on, but as Shiversteps just murmured from her place behind the patrol... It was too quiet. The moor wasn't the noisiest place, not like the barn, with its constant gentle creaks and wind blowing gently within its wooden planks. The consistent sound of mice and other rodents running beneath the ground and through their little holes within the shelter. Compared to the moor, which only held the whistle of winds through the tall grass, noise wasn't something to be aware or even shocked of.

Yet the gray tabby sniffed at the air, sneezing a bit when a drop of water landed on his nose. Was it always this quiet? He could've sworn the wind was whistling through the grass with its cooling winds just a second ago. Fogstare slowed, purposely swaying his tail in Eggcrack's path and kicking his paw out towards the runner who decided to join them. Couldn't remember his name, so easier to just hinder his walking to stop the tom.

"Hey, Shivers over there has a point, wasn't it cold right now?" He turned to Yolkhead, slapping his soggy tail against her chest. "Do you hear anything with those little ears?"

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[Lightning'growl Lightning'growl]

There was nothing worse than being paired with slowpokes. Lightning'growl's paws prickled with pent-up energy, jittery with the same restless buzz as a dog desperate for its daily walk. He hadn't set paw outside camp all day, and now that he was finally free, nothing—certainly not a little drizzle—was going to dampen his stride. Rain spotted his whiskers and clung to his lashes, but he welcomed it like applause, his paws itching to prove how fast he could tear across the moors. Please. He was sure he could outrun a tornado if it tried him.

"Maybe we can't hear anything because you all won't stop jabbering…" he muttered, voice laced with mock boredom. The words slipped off his tongue smooth and easy, but the sharp edge beneath was unmistakable. Before he could smirk at his own cleverness, a smaller paw jabbed forward, clipping his skinny legs. Lightning'growl's head whipped around so fast droplets flung from his cheeks like sparks, his green glare snapping onto Eggsplat. Of course. Who else would try something so mouse-brained?

His lips curled, but he wasn't about to let some clumsy trick get the best of him. No, no—he had to keep his cool. He was the star of this little show, after all. The fastest set of paws here, the one with the real skill. If the others tripped over their tails, that was their problem. They just had to keep up while he did the hard part. With an exaggerated shake of his pelt, he flicked water from his coat in dramatic arcs, tail lashing as if he meant to leave his irritation scattered on the moor.

Still, as his eyes scanned the wide sweep of grass, silence pressed down heavier than the drizzle. The moors were never this quiet. No birdsong, no rustle of hidden prey, just the steady tap of raindrops and the murmur of voices behind him. Lightning'growl chewed the inside of his cheek, ears flicking at the uneasy lilt in his patrol-mates' chatter. His long spine-fur rose in a shiver before he forced it flat again, a scoff breaking from his throat as he masked his nerves with bravado.

He flashed a toothy grin, rearing his head back to beam at the others as though the silence itself were a joke only he could laugh at. "Relax! What's there to worry about? We're the fastest, sharpest claws in the territory. If trouble shows its whiskers, we'll have it eating our dust." He gave his chest a brisk lick, as if grooming away any hint of doubt, then puffed up tall and proud. "Stick with me, and this patrol will be over before you can blink."

Lightning'growl sprang forward a few steps, paws landing light on the wet earth. He shot his companions a daring glance over his shoulder, as though daring them to match his stride. Even in the drizzle, his pelt gleamed with restless confidence. The silence might gnaw at the edges of his thoughts, but no way was he going to let anyone else see it.

___________________ THEY DEFTLY MANEUVER ☆ AND MUSCLE FOR RANK ___________________

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• LIGHTNING'GROWL he/him, windclanner, twenty-four moons.
  ☆ a dark chocolate-and-fawn tom with a patchy, chimera-like pelt and a touch of white, always wearing a clover on his fur.
  ☆ mentoring no one.
  ☆ no current relationships or family ties.
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by egg ↛ eggmcbaconboy on discord, feel free to dm for plots!