// Caught in the Rain // [OPEN]

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Rainstorm

Rainstorm looked up at the sky which was just a shade lighter than her pelt. The heavy downpour plastered her normally thick and fluffy pelt to her body. She was caught in herself - a rain storm. And a large one, at that. Well, this was good. The river was getting a little low. Just like at the time of her birth.
The only reason she was out here, while the rest of RiverClan were huddled in their dens, was to listen to the soothing sounds of the raindrops splatting on the surface of the river and creating waves. And she felt very secure, with curtains of water pouring all around her, blocking her from view. She felt a little lonely, but that was okay. Soon the rain would cease and the sun would rise upon the soaked earth. But the storm would not be stopping anytime soon, that was certain. Rainstorm sighed and dropped her head heavily onto her paws which were dipped in a steadily forming puddle. Her eyes closed slowly, and secretly she wished for company though she was certain none would come.

[W.in.DY.]

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c h e r y n o b y l t o x i n

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I'm not gonna
write you a love song
cause you asked for it
cause you need one

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everybody wants to rule the w o r l d



Cherynobyltoxin sat underneath a tree, but, even that didn't keep her nearly white fur from getting even more soaked than it was already. Rain dripped through the leaves, and hit her on the head repeatedly. It was annoying. She remained calm, and she was watching Rainstorm with interest. She decided to say "hi" randomly."Hello. She purred.

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Rainstorm

Rainstorm nearly jumped with surprise as someone said hello to her. What cat in their right mind would be out in this storm? she thought. Well, besides me... She glanced around. Somewhere behind her, underneath a tree, sat Cherynobyltoxin, who was clearly as soaked as she was. The only difference: Rainstorm was enjoying it. She surveyed Cherynobyltoxin for a moment, and then dipped her head politely in greeting. "Hi..." Rainstorm said, and struggled to form more words to say. It would be easy to start a conversation, even if she was a very shy she-cat, if Cherynobyltoxin had given her more to work with. "Erm.. lovely weather we're having, eh?" she giggled a little on the inside, because she knew no cat besides herself would like to be stuck out in this weather. Suddenly, she wondered.. "What are you doing out here, anyway?" she asked with genuine interest. Perhaps the dens were too full.. no that couldn't happen. Or perhaps Cherynobyltoxin had come out here to be alone, as she Rainstorm herself often did. Perhaps she had found herself a kindred spirit...

[W.in.DY.]

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c h e r y n o b y l t o x i n

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They really really
ought to know
You shouldn't have
to jump for
joy.

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everybody wants to rule the w o r l d



"Yup." She purred, smiling, a toothy smile. " I guess it's because I don't being cooped up in a hot den all day. And, I like listening to the rain. I like to be alone sometimes. " She replied, swishing her soaked tail. She blinked her beautiful blue eyes, which were exploring everything. The rain still hit her head, and she STILL thought it was a nuisance. But she managed to keep her cool. She was a RiverClan cat for crying out loud. It would be ironic for her to hate rain, water, snow, sleet hail, and stuff like that. It helped to have someone to talk to, considering her sister was off talking to Cranefeather, and at the moment, murdering Silverstar. She knew, but she decided to not tell. For a moment, she even considered telling Rainstorm. Cherynobyltoxin couldn't tell her. Riverfleet would kill her own sister for telling. But, an advantage was that Riverfleet didn't know she knew. Yet it was so simple to spread a tiny secret. Really, it wasn't so tiny.

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Rainstorm


I feel the makings of
a new beginning
stirring, whirling
splitting right from wrong.
All fear is gone.

Despite the words that Cherynobyltoxin spoke, and the fact that Rainstorm agreed with her, that being alone was nice, there was an edge to the silver tabby's voice. She knew something that no one else knew, and perhaps that even she shouldn't know.
Rainstorm padded softly over to sit by Cherynobyltoxin, keeping her head ducked the whole way to avoid having rain run into her eyes and block her keen vision. This was what RiverClanners were built for! Swimming and water, and lots of it. For a brief second, Rainstorm felt happy. She felt at home.
"So do I," she meowed loudly over the furious downpour of rain. Again, Rainstorm set her tired head on her paws and looked up at Cherynobyltoxin with intrigue, trying to figure out why she was being so evasive. Rainstorm kept quiet.

[W.in.DY.]

00c]] CHEEZ. XD

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

...L arksong:.

Pour out all your feelings
that were safely tucked inside.
Let go, please let go;
Fly free, please fly free
and sing a song
full of feeling
as beautiful as a lark

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.: Plit, plat, plit, plat... Larksong shook her head and swiped a paw at her ear. The rain was bothering her; utterly. The annoying sound of splattering droplets irked her more than the fact that she woke up in soaked bedding today.

Why me...?

She fluffed up her fur, only to have it brought down again by the plummeting droplets. The tortoiseshell sighed and flattening her ears, she sulked forward toward the river.

How come? Why, the river's rushing waters' sound is soothing, unlike the annoying and repetitive sound of rain. Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed. All these noises concealed the calming river's voice, making Larksong feel uncomfortable. The closer she got, the louder the noise became.

It's good to know when you are near it...

Taking a deep breath from the humid air, she padded forward a bit quicker. She had just began thinking, Why, the air tastes different today! when she had noticed two feline figurines ahead. Squinting to see clearer, she had noticed they where two fellow RiverClan warriors. Curious, she walked closer to them to inspect what was going on.

And I thought I was the only cat known to sneak outside the camp these days!

She pricked her ears and heard mewing, sounding soft and muffled by the thunderstorm.

It's thunderstorming already! Hmf! And it was just a gentle shower when I got outside! Surely ThunderClan cats must enjoy these...They are called ThunderClan, right?

"So do I." This mew was the loudest. It sounded clearer, and Larksong was able to reconise it. The senior warrior blink and padded forward to greet the she-cat and the other...who was it? Ah, yes, Cherynobltoxin.

Poor cat; Always bullied by her sister; such a long name...such an...awful - is it awful? Well, it does have a nice ring to it...But TOXIN...?

Shaking her head free of thoughts, she stepped up to the two and purred, "The rain is acting unfriendly with me today. How is it treating you?"

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Rainstorm

Rainstorm's attention was diverted from Cherynobyltoxin, who seemed very aloof and was paying Rainstorm little attention, to a cat who had just joined their lonely bunch. She glanced up to find Larksong, who seemed absolutely delighted with the ferocious downpour of rain. Larksong's tortoiseshell pelt was soaked to the bone - literally. Well, all of their pelts were drenched, worse even than after a swim in the river.
Speaking of the river, it looked close to flooding. Which Rainstorm wasn't very concerned about. The river flooding wasn't exactly an uncommon event in RiverClan. After all, what was the Clan named for? They were suited to being in water, and most of the Clan had had many encounters with the rapid river's flooding waters. The other Clans didn't scornfully say that RiverClanners had webbed paws for nothing!
Larksong interupted Rainstorm's thoughts by asking politely, "The rain is acting unfriendly with me today. How is it treating you?" She had to stifle a mew of laughter at Larksong's displeased tone. Rainstorm was rather enjoying being caught out here in the rain. "Well, I much prefer being out here in this storm than being cramped in a den," she conceded with an inviting purr. Rainstorm hoped the furious pounding of the rain on everything around them and themselves wouldn't drive Larksong away. Right now, Rainstorm was starved of company and was, for once, excited at the prospect of a little conversation.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

...L arksong:.

Pour out all your feelings
that were safely tucked inside.
Let go, please let go;
Fly free, please fly free
and sing a song
full of feeling
as beautiful as a lark

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.: The senior warrior sneezed and shook her tortoiseshell-colored fur, splattering water everywhere. She grunted and stifled a grumpy retort as she looked up, listening to Rainstorm answering her question.

The she-cat apparently looked like she was about to burst in laughter as she purred, "Well, I much prefer being out here in this storm than being cramped in a den." Larksong's face remained blank as usual, but in her mind she was very displeased.

Pfft! Is there something I did that I shouldn't? I think not! the tortoiseshell thought to herself, Sigh...Perhaps I'm overreacting as usual... She had always been this way, you see. Outside she may look dull and emotionless, but if you manage to see inside her heart, she really is a caring and moody cat whom's very loyal to her clan and just prefers to keep her feelings private. As she thought about what to say, Larksong swished her drenched tail upon the muddy riverbed and sighed, "Well I guess so...Sniff...But I am very disappointed with the - Achoo! - rain today, for...Sniff...I had woken up in wet bedding...Sniff...Today..." and then began to sneeze once more.

Growling grumpily, she layed down to rest, feeling her energy replenish once more. Her deep blue eyes gazed upon the rising river, so beautiful, yet so deadly...Without taking her eyes away, she softly mewed, "Someday I vow to cross that shining stream..."

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Rainstorm

Rainstorm's bright olive green eyes widened in concern. Larksong's uncontrollable sneezing and sniffling were the signs of sickness, and you didn't have to be a medicine cat to know that. While she thought through how to ask Larksong if she needed to be taken to see Smokestream, Larksong's aqua blue eyes rested on the overflowing river and she heard Larksong wistfully murmur, "Someday I vow to cross that shining stream..." Rainstorm's interest piqued a little with curiosity and equal nostalgia, because she had felt the same when she was a younger cat, but she shook it away. A Clanmate was sick, for StarClan's sake! She would just come right out and say it.
"Larksong, are you -- are you alright? You sound like you need Smokestream's attention." Oh, in the name of Silverpelt, she sounded like Larksong's mother! But she couldn't help feeling a little responsible. Rainstorm hoped Larksong wouldn't put up a fuss. Rainstorm would hate to be accused of being bossy or acting like a mother, but she couldn't stand to hear Larksong sit here when she was clearly sick.
Rainstorm figured that since she would already be in the medicine cat den that she could get checked for sickness as well. From the looks of this weather, she wouldn't be surprised if she caught something and woke up coughing and sneezing the next morning.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

...L arksong:.

Pour out all your feelings
that were safely tucked inside.
Let go, please let go;
Fly free, please fly free
and sing a song
full of feeling
as beautiful as a lark

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.: Licking the mud off her paw, Larksong stifled another sneeze and sighed. "Yes, the rain has been very unfriendly with me today," she thought outloud. She looked over at Rainstorm, whom's olive eyes were filled with concern.

"Larksong, are you -- are you alright? You sound like you need Smokestream's attention," the she-cat mewed.

The tortoiseshell swished her tail and narrowed her deep blue eyes at the sound of Rainstorm's tone. "You sound like my mother, Pebblenose," she mewed gruffly and snorted. "Oh, why StarClan take me soon!"

Her thoughts raced. Why, in just two seasons she'll become an elder! How boring life would be after she retires! If only her anscestors could allow her to go sooner.

But...but, perhaps this was her chance. Did getting sick mean that she might go to StarClan? Larksong felt remorseful at the thought of eagerly having her life taken away. Perhaps she should just risk her life...more often...for her clan? Is that the way to die noble? Larksong sheepishly - and unconsciously - looked down at her paws at the thought. Oh, how ashamed she should be! How guilty she felt!

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Rainstorm

Rainstorm wrinkled her nose and stared down at her paws in chagrin. Of course, Larksong had took her concern the wrong way. Now the young she-cat was being compared to her dead mother! That must be a bad thing... Am I growing old prematurely? Rainstorm sighed. She couldn't help herself when her maternal instincts took over. Even if she was dealing with a cat much older than herself.
At the sound of Larksong's tone, Rainstorm glanced up in alarm. "Oh, why StarClan take me soon!" How could Larksong come to that conclusion? "Oh no, Larksong, I didn't mean it like that! StarClan knows RiverClan would mourn you if they took you from us so young!" She hoped this would soften Larksong's macabre mood. It was terrible that Larksong should want to die so young! Even if she was about to become an elder. But still, to die as a senior warrior was much to early in a cat's life. Rainstorm scratched at the ground in anxiety. Well, at least the rain was beginning to let up a little.

[ooc- sorry for the short post. I don't have much muse for Rainstorm right now.]

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

[ooc; it's no prob ;] besides, I have no muse either DDD: This is a really bad short post >.<'

...L arksong:.

Pour out all your feelings
that were safely tucked inside.
Let go, please let go;
Fly free, please fly free
and sing a song
full of feeling
as beautiful as a lark

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.: Larksong sighed as she heard Rainstorm say, "Oh no, Larksong! I didn't mean it like that! StarClan knows that RiverClan will mourn you if they took you so young!"

She let out a mrrow of pathetic laughter, purring, "Me? Young?! Oh, StarClan! You have no idea! I can just feel it in my bones, fellow clanmate. I just know I'm getting old for a warrior!" The tortoiseshell swished her tail and mewed a bit guiltily, "Besides, my father, mother and all of my siblings - other than Smokepaw, that is - are up there. I hope to hunt with them all, but I can't leave that little brother of mine alone, can I?"

If Larksong was a twoleg, she would be beaming right now. She's seen them do it once - the flesh around their jaws curved up and a sense of happiness radiated from them. Twolegs...what awkward things, she mused, I do so wonder what being one is like.

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Rainstorm

Rainstorm just felt bad now. Bad for Larksong, whose entire family hunted with StarClan, and she was here in the forest, gradually aging. Her only kin her brother, Smokepaw. And bad that she had probably offended Larksong, whom she greatly respected. She felt empathy for the senior warrior, because Rainstorm knew what it felt like to feel lonely and abandoned. "Someday, you will hunt with your family in StarClan, Larksong." Those were the only words of comfort that Rainstorm could think to say. She smiled up at Larksong sheepishly.

[Silver]

((May I close this thread up, or are you two still RPing?))