rock and roll || RAIN STORM

Lizardbounce · Jul 27th 2019

The last major storm that had wrecked havoc among the clan of the moors had been the one to destroy their home. That being said, as Lizardstar emerged from the tunnel with a patrol in tow, he was surprised to find that a major rain storm was going on outside. It was coming down so hard that it was hard to even see a few fox tail lengths in front of his nose. He shook his head, then dismissed the patrol back to the camp. "No repairs will happen today." As the warriors left, the ebony figure stared into the moor. His body grew stiff as he was thrown back into the dream from a few nights prior. His clanmates were screaming, waves from the water crashed along the moor, darkness consumed them all. Liz was thrown back into reality as a raindrop touched his nose, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. The strong storm pushed on, and the leader sunk back into the tunnels. They were not getting wet down here. Maybe Starclan wanted them to stay down here, maybe this was why they showed him this place. It would protect them, they had to stay down here.

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HAWKMOTH · Jul 27th 2019

^{[ hawkpaw ] [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ 9 moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan mca ] [ gen. 1 ] [ penned by crepuscular ]}

Immersed in the tunnels, Hawkpaw could hear the rain battering the ground above. All too familiar to the slender bengal mix; violent memories of the prior storm raging in his mind. This time Minkpaw wasn't here. Was she listening to the storm somewhere, too? He shook his head before shoving it under his tawny paws to silence the sound of falling rain and crashing thunder.

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desdemona. · Jul 27th 2019

Desdemona didn't like being told to turn around, she didn't like being told to stand down and hold her paws at her side, but upon seeing the rain and how it fell all around them, she couldn't help but retreat to the caverns just as Lizardstar did. A little rain never bothered her, as she was a remarkably hardy she-cat with little need for reservations in her duties, but with the rain coming down in such a way there was no way they could weave anything together for camp walls. The former loner may have been a confident, determined worker who rested at nothing, but she was also smart enough to know that repairs was a duty best left for days of sunshine and gentle moorland winds. Settling in the mouth of the caverns, Desdemona cast a sidelong glance to her new leader. "There's always tomorrow," Desdemona offered with a confident, cocky smile. "And if we make it an obligation for every able cat to help out in repairs, the camp would be up and ready in no time. WIndClan doesn't have to stay here forever."

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**Grizzly** · Jul 28th 2019

Grizzly had taken a seat by the mouth of the cavern that Windclan called home- for now at least. As Lizardstar came in, with his fur stiff and a worried look on his face, the former loner wondered why their leader was worried. "Is something the matter," he meowed, bright green eyes trailed on the leader. "I know the storm's pretty bad, but we should be safe in here, yeah?"

NIK · Jul 29th 2019

Thick fur fluffed out as large tufted ears perked to listen to everyone's words. Clicking his tongue softly the deputy sighed, he hadn't been able to get around to helping make repairs on the old camp as of late but he would catch up on it all eventually. But for now, with this rain there was no way for him to catch up. Even blind the deputy could catch onto Lizardstar's tense form, but it seemed that Grizzly got there before him. With a soft exhale he nodded along with the warrior's words before humming out his own. "There's no need to be in a rush to finish," he spoke softly, his lips holding a reassuring smile. "We've got time." They had plenty of time. Rulindil was just about the oldest cat in Windclan and he really wasn't even that old at only thirty-two moons. That was enough to say that they had time.