Post by Shiny on Dec 7, 2015 5:12:08 GMT
"We are safe from the judgement."
There was a darkness in the camp and a heaviness in the air. Not the kind of dark and heaviness that came from sorrow or tragedy, but the physical kind. The sky was filled with dark grey clouds that almost looked black. Cats kept their heads down and treaded lightly, as if stepping too hard would bring all the wrath of StarClan down on them.
A brutal storm was coming, the kind that could only be associated with Newleaf. Doverain had only experienced these twice, once as a kit and again as a new warrior. Even back then it filled her with excitement and energy, just like it was doing now. She wanted nothing more than to stand out in the open and let it drench her. She'd deal with the annoyance of cleaning her pelt later and her fur weighing her down.
But noooo. Silly Patchpelt said "No don't do that you'll get sick and it might harm the kits". Psh, what did he know? She was the one carrying these future furballs, not him. If she wanted to splash in puddles and track mud and make a giant mess, she bloody well will!
... Later. Maybe.
She was too comfortable right now. She'd have to find out which apprentice made up her nest because there were feathers in it and she just really didn't want to move right now. Maybe it was one of her apprentice-aged kits. They always knew how to make Doverain do things she didn't necessarily want to do, like stay in her nest.
That didn't mean she wouldn't go outside when the storm finally broke. She listened with pricked ears for the pitter patter of rain, but it hadn't come yet. Instead she heard the pitter patter of pawsteps heading towards the nursery and lifted her head towards the den entrance, but she couldn't see who it was. "Can I help you?"
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Notes: First Dovetrain post yay!