Post by alee on Aug 11, 2016 6:20:00 GMT
the rain lashed down in all its fury, sleet and hail whipped up in the blustering winds of an incoming storm. naught a rabbit frolicked in the thick of the moorland, and not a bird drifted and sung upon a warm new leaf breeze. no, all life seemed to have vanished from the land, disappeared into the cosy and comforting warmth of burrows and makeshift dens. certainly - on a roiling day such as this - even swiftfoot longed for nothing more than the hot and confident safety of windclan camp, tucked into those perfectly excavated tunnels, away from the hail and relentless hiss of the rain.
but swiftfoot had never been a she-cat content on wasting a day's worth of work. no, there were duties to be done, patrols to be formed. and since she hardly felt like patrolling with a simpering warrior, complaining pathetically about how wet and soppy his fur felt, then it only seemed appropriate that she got the job done herself. starclan knows, she was the only one who could do it right these days.
her paws practically glided across the earth, a strong sense of purpose guiding each and every step she took. her countenance remained as firm as stone, brow furrowed in thick determination as she fought the beating winds and snarling gales. a memory flickered before her mind's eye, bringing with it the faint perfume of acrid tar, of streets bustling with twolegs and a land so unlike her own. quickly the deputy gave her fur a heavy shake. no. now was certainly not the time for reminiscing.
as if starclan were laughing at her plight from above, it was at that exact moment that one paw plunged down into a recently caved burrow, striking hard against the dirt and earning a sudden hiss of pain wrenched from her tongue. swiftfoot glowered down at her sunken foot, the wet mush of dirt and mud squelching and clinging up to her chest. oh, this really isn't my day, isn't it?
then again, windclan hadn't much luck as of late. with the loss of flurrypaw, so fresh a wound gaping open in the clan...the she-cat bit at her tongue, and squeezed her eyes shut, though still all that danced before her dark vision was the tiny fae's broken body, and pale fur smeared thick with blood.
a snarling obscenity was torn from her throat - then another, as if with sudden force she pulled back, only to little avail. her paw was firmly stuck within the mud. another obscenity, then another, though every wrench and pull only seemed to dig her one paw even further into the deep whole. the rain continued to strike down in its relentless anger, and an almost amused thought tickled at the edges of swiftfoot's mind. oh, so is this how i die? the earth just gobbles me up like a hungry badger? psh. what a way to go!
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but swiftfoot had never been a she-cat content on wasting a day's worth of work. no, there were duties to be done, patrols to be formed. and since she hardly felt like patrolling with a simpering warrior, complaining pathetically about how wet and soppy his fur felt, then it only seemed appropriate that she got the job done herself. starclan knows, she was the only one who could do it right these days.
her paws practically glided across the earth, a strong sense of purpose guiding each and every step she took. her countenance remained as firm as stone, brow furrowed in thick determination as she fought the beating winds and snarling gales. a memory flickered before her mind's eye, bringing with it the faint perfume of acrid tar, of streets bustling with twolegs and a land so unlike her own. quickly the deputy gave her fur a heavy shake. no. now was certainly not the time for reminiscing.
as if starclan were laughing at her plight from above, it was at that exact moment that one paw plunged down into a recently caved burrow, striking hard against the dirt and earning a sudden hiss of pain wrenched from her tongue. swiftfoot glowered down at her sunken foot, the wet mush of dirt and mud squelching and clinging up to her chest. oh, this really isn't my day, isn't it?
then again, windclan hadn't much luck as of late. with the loss of flurrypaw, so fresh a wound gaping open in the clan...the she-cat bit at her tongue, and squeezed her eyes shut, though still all that danced before her dark vision was the tiny fae's broken body, and pale fur smeared thick with blood.
a snarling obscenity was torn from her throat - then another, as if with sudden force she pulled back, only to little avail. her paw was firmly stuck within the mud. another obscenity, then another, though every wrench and pull only seemed to dig her one paw even further into the deep whole. the rain continued to strike down in its relentless anger, and an almost amused thought tickled at the edges of swiftfoot's mind. oh, so is this how i die? the earth just gobbles me up like a hungry badger? psh. what a way to go!
TAGGED: @anyone <3
WORDS: 496
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