this marks your ego death [ short posts ]

[charitypaw]

Charitypaw presses her face towards the sun's imprint on the sky. Thin clouds mar the horizon line and a trickle of rain and mist fall steadily. And yet, it is still bright out, as if the showers will not impede on yet another steadily warming day. Oh, how beautiful it all is; another day living and cherishing and appreciating all that is.

She looks towards one of her fellow patrolmates, her lazy smile parting slightly. "Are you not amazed? It's so gorgeous out ~" Trivial it may be to any other soul, Charitypaw takes in eager stride. Perhaps one day she will be the rain that feeds the earth. How blessed that would be. "Truly, it is fascinating. I've not seen sunshowers like this before...!"

 

[MAREMANE]

Maremane beholds nature's phenomenons with something like respect. It was fuel to her adventurous goals; weather and animals that were infrequent visitors of the moors tend to be given her full attention. The air is becoming sticky-hot with greenleaf, but the rain and mist is cool, droplets running down the long hair of her head onto her shoulders.

She doesn't know how to express her delight like Charitypaw. "How does it happen..." Stated in a flat tone, but the edges of the words waver. She wishes that she could experience it in full elsewhere, not on a patrol. Maremane carelessly shakes her fur out, sending water onto the cats nearby. If they get upset, well... they're all already soaked.

 

[GOLDENROAR]

It's wet, but he doesn't mind. Goldenroar finds that the rain soaks to his skin and cools his body through the thick fur that surrounds him, especially by his head and his neck. Maremane shakes off the excess, and a soft huff of amusement leaves him. The deputy's eyes flash gently towards the skyline, where it's slightly lighter but the misted rain is still visible.

Charitypaw had mentioned the sunshowers, yes? "It is quite pretty out, yeah." He agrees, keeping lead on the patrol but glancing over his shoulder every now and again. "Ain't gotta say that Starclan did it- I think this place came like this." He says, a grin playing at his lips as he continues forward.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty six moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)

 

[charitypaw]

Charitypaw hums his agreements quickly to the two older cats. While not one keen to get soaked, the gentle misting of the weather is a genuine refresh from the hotter days - and the phenomena of it all is incredibly alluring to the molly. Goldenroar says something about StarClan and Charitypaw blinks once dismissing the suggestion. Of course it is not StarClan - the land lives and breathes without interjection of its inhabitants.

"Do you believe greenleaf will gift us more days like this?" Gentle, warm breeze days with drizzles to cool it down just enough. For the sun to be out and rainbows to be seen just in the distance. Perfection, she'd call it... if her bones hadn't grown cold from standing so still. "If not, we should enjoy it while it lasts," despite the growing chill in her body, she pushes for some fun.

 

[MAREMANE]

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"Surely it will," Maremane scoffs, but it lacks mocking. She knows that they should focus on the patrol, but she already foresees no wrangling of their attention when this phenomenon is taking place. "'S the perfect conditions for it."

"I wonder if it can thunder and lightning when it's like this," she muses, aimlessly stepping before the cold water that had flattened some of the shorter grass introduces her to a puddle. Mud dislodges from the earth beneath, clouding up between her toes and turning the clear water murky. Maremane freezes, shoulders tensing as she turns to the other cats. If they didn't notice... She observes them clinically, gauging their enjoyment of the rain to see how severely she would ruin it.

 

[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

Whilst rain like this was nice, beautiful, even, Nutmeg finds she much prefers the dark, billowing clouds of new-leaf over them. She doesn't dislike the feeling of her fur being wet, but the lack of adrenaline that never comes at the rumble of thunder and flash of lightning is a bit... Disappointing. Still, she flicks her tail in agreeance to Charitypaw's musings about the sunshowers. She would not dissuade the apprentice from the love she has for life.

"Probably not." she responds simply to Maremane, not out of malice nor a need to correct. "The darker clouds brings that." she licks her chest fur down idly whilst they talk amongst themselves. She disregards Goldenroars quip about Starclan, and only briefly glancing at Chairtypaw. "Greenleaf always brings rain showers like these."

HALF OF ME IS HALF OF YOU ♡ I'LL HAVE TO CUT MYSELF IN TWO

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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan, 25 moons )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
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