A whole new world [joining]

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    The wind was as unforgiving as the rain; fat, heavy drops that flattened his fur and stung his hide. While all around the sky jolted to life with streaks of lightning and the scream of thunder. Close enough for the tomcat to smell the promise of fire, to heat up the precious feathers on his wings as he twisted and weaved unsteadily through the storm. Currents grabbed and pulled him in all directions, carrying him higher before dropping him again. Blowing angry, thick clouds into his path. Making it that much harder for the feathered cat to see his way. Blue eyes squinting against the elements.


    Elements he could control, in the right form. But he was to weak from changing recently to force the wind under his will. But changing into this form had been necessary to escape his attackers. And while he'd gotten away without so much as a scratch, changing his forms took a toll far greater then battle wounds.


    His white fur was decorated in snowy feathers, around his ears, paws, and the tip of his tail. All the better for stirring in this impossible sky. But nothing could prepare him for the sudden reach of rock that stabbed through the clouds, to sudden for him to tuck in a wing and roll.


    I'm a flurry of feathers and curses the loner backpedaled, wings snapping in quick backstrokes. He collided with a teeth snapping thud and he saw stars. The paws of his front legs and the talons of his back scrambling to hold on to anything, even as his mind gave way to darkness.


    The alabaster, feathery creature falling from the sky.

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    It was unsurprisingly stormy today. Amatus had noticed how nasty the weather had been lately, which seemed to have caused all of the recent mudslides. The serval had been hoping to see an end to all of this undesired weather, but it would seem that his wish would not yet come true. This storm had caught him outside away from camp. Despite him knowing that a storm was on its way, he had foolishly thought he could go out on a hunt and return before it came in.


    The storm had ruined his hunt and now the serval was wet and cold, but luckily he was wearing his cloak, which was able to proect both himself and the sword he wore on his side. He felt quite miserable marching through the mud and regretful that he had come out. His thoughts were rudely interrupted when a white mass of fur and feathers fell on top of him. This harsh impact drove the serval down to the ground and caused him to lose his breath. It didn't help that he got a face full of mud and he laid there gasping for breath for a few moments before he sputtered, "What in the world?" His tone a mix of confusion and anger, his already bad mood being soured by this event. The serval didn't yet have the strength to get up, to he turned over on his side to glare at the ball of white fur and feathers. Perhaps if he hadn't been hit himself he would have asked whether the tom was alright, but he found that hard to find these feelings right now.


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    The impact a short fall later startled him from his faint, forcing a hoarse groan to his lips as his body smacked into the ground. Feeling helplessly numb for a short moment, a moment that seemed to stretch forever as he searched for his strength. Barely registering the male voice that had spoken, the body he'd fallen on. Stars above, please say he hadn't crushed someone to death!


    Stinging pain rushed down his limbs, up into his head to form a pounding headache. Another groan as he forced himself to move. To roll and raise, unsteadily jerking his mutated body around to face the stranger he'd unknowingly assaulted.


    Aang blinked blue eyes up at the wildcat, sheepish apology on his face. "I'm sorry," he began roughly, shaking his wings of rock and rain before tucking them along his sides. "The storm's much to strong to fly in." He'd certainly carry the bruises from this adventure tomorrow, and currently the headache. The streak of thunder and a heavy gust of wind was enough to remind him that he was cold, hungry, and sore. Tired enough to sleep for days. But here on the ground he could make out the heavy scent of cats, dogs, wolves, many other creatures.


    Someones territory.


    "I didn't mean to intrude either," he spoke hesitantly, "although I hope it's not to much to ask for a place to stay until the storms over?"


    He'd never wanted something so badly. To sleep for days and recover. To not have to change forms to defend himself or run away. To be safe for once.

    Amatus managed to finally bring himself up in a sit, just now feeling the pain in his back. Luckily him being able to feel the ground below his hind paws confirmed that he had not been paralyzed. Now that would have definitely been worse case scenario, since he would find it very hard to forgive someone for ruining his career. He waited a few moments for his anger to subside, since the winged cat seemed sincere and it wouldn't be good to shout at him. "That is alright, it is hard to tell territories from up there." He said in somewhat of a grunt and he brought himself up in a stand, his back still in pain from the impact. "May I ask why you were flying in such a bad storm? Also what is your name?" Perhaps it wasn't good to shoot too many questions at him like this, but he wanted to know why he had decided to do something so foolish. Knowing his name was also mandatory, so he couldn't really help that. He also wondered whether this guy was from anywhere in particular or if he was just another loner. He couldn't quite tell due to the rain drowning out the tom's scent.


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    "It's alright for you to stay here. Although like Amatus said- it would be nice to know your name. Mine's Weed, if it encourages you any" the apprentice would voice as he bounded over to join the serval and the bird. Weird, he hadn't expected someone to 'join' this way. More or less, he had been thinking someone would wait at the border calmly. Definitely not fall out of the sky.