[ nobody panic she's not staying. but given the heavy rainfall in windclan's territory, i would say only someone with redolence could discern where she's from :) she's been swept right to the edge of the thunderpath, but not across it yet! ]
Lotuskit furrows her brows as she wrenches her paw out of yet another sink hole. The rain has made their territory so muddy, she thinks - she can't recall a single moor runner come home with paws as muddy as hers, after all. The tunnelers are a different story. Those cats take mud baths, she thinks. The rain grows heavier and heavier, yet as she crosses a fairly thick-scented line, the young molly finds that it lightens some. She thinks its the trees, as sparse as they are, that shelter her from the torrential downpour her home is withstanding at the moment.
Looking over her shoulder, Lotuskit tries to discern through the dark fog which way home is. Her lips purse into a thin line and she presses forward instead, sure that she'll make it back there again one day. Her pace is no longer impeded by the sky's sorrows, however with one misstep, she finds that its unnatural streams have become the new problem. Her paw doesn't sink into mud like it has been the last several strides, but instead is sent in front of her in one slick motion. She trips, evidently, and finds herself swept up in the makeshift canal, leading straight to the thunderpath.
Unceremoniously, Lotuskit knocks her head against the hard thunderpath stone. The young molly finds herself dazed, but quickly stands to her paws when the water tries lapping at her face. She frowns, leaning onto the paw that slipped, only to find how badly it hurts now. Oh, StarClan. Did she break something? A tremor of fear finally strikes her heart, and though the kit tries to regain her stature and certainty, it spreads with ease.
How am I going to get home?
Lotuskit furrows her brows as she wrenches her paw out of yet another sink hole. The rain has made their territory so muddy, she thinks - she can't recall a single moor runner come home with paws as muddy as hers, after all. The tunnelers are a different story. Those cats take mud baths, she thinks. The rain grows heavier and heavier, yet as she crosses a fairly thick-scented line, the young molly finds that it lightens some. She thinks its the trees, as sparse as they are, that shelter her from the torrential downpour her home is withstanding at the moment.
Looking over her shoulder, Lotuskit tries to discern through the dark fog which way home is. Her lips purse into a thin line and she presses forward instead, sure that she'll make it back there again one day. Her pace is no longer impeded by the sky's sorrows, however with one misstep, she finds that its unnatural streams have become the new problem. Her paw doesn't sink into mud like it has been the last several strides, but instead is sent in front of her in one slick motion. She trips, evidently, and finds herself swept up in the makeshift canal, leading straight to the thunderpath.
Unceremoniously, Lotuskit knocks her head against the hard thunderpath stone. The young molly finds herself dazed, but quickly stands to her paws when the water tries lapping at her face. She frowns, leaning onto the paw that slipped, only to find how badly it hurts now. Oh, StarClan. Did she break something? A tremor of fear finally strikes her heart, and though the kit tries to regain her stature and certainty, it spreads with ease.
How am I going to get home?
