Dark clouds had been hanging in the sky all day long, giving an atmosphere of apprehensiveness within the Tribe. Any cat would expect a wild storm to burst through the clouds at any moment. But - fortunately or unfortunately, who knows - nothing too interesting happened during the first portion of the day. It wasn't until a little bit later on that the foreboding weather would wreak havoc. Screech was scaling the edge of the Tribe of Rushing Water's boundary, giving a usual check to ensure all was well, when the rumbling of thunder grew louder. A few warm raindrops splashed on the boulders and leaves of the trees, and after that rain was blasting the forest like there was no tomorrow. Jagged lightningbolts fired through the sky at a rhythmic pace. Screech, grumbling to himself, dashed for cover beneath an outcropping of boulders, wedged between the mossy stone and the muddy ground. I suppose this is just what I need to rid myself of that skunk smell, saved from a swim. Screech confided to himself within his own mind. It wasn't long, however, until small odd shaped pellets of ice began to drop from the clouds. They tumbled down in an avalanche of ice! Screech of Lone Owl was no longer safe under the boulder. He ran out into the hail, wincing as the ice bounced off his skull. "Now, this was uncalled for."
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