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.