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    jasper
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    Sheepcurl

    Gentle pitter patter graced the ears of those who dared to give an ounce of attention to the unknown. Thick droplets fell from the darkening skies, having been storming for what had felt like a life time any and all inches of life being suffocated of life. It was times like this where the large white curled american dreaded the most, mud caking his lower parts of his stomach his ears as curled as it was going to get to block whatever rain from his face. It had been a few moons since this white feline was granted the name “sheepcurl” and he couldn’t have been any more happier then what he was in the current state of things. Pausing here and there to see if he could sense anything around the feline had decided to take what little downtime he had managed to squeeze venturing the areas of his clan territory he hadn’t seen much since he could remember. Raising his head a little small droplets kissed his cheeks his blue hues shifting around his surrounding, all that could be seen was the dried up pond and a worn down path of wooden slabs and… a bunch of mud everywhere.

    With each step the warrior was taking the more he begun to realize that this had to be the biggest mistake he had so graciously put himself in. Yet he was far enough away from camp there was no point in going back now, perhaps he could find refugee under the docks close by and wait the storm out? Seeing as that had to be his only choice at the current moment he sighed and made his way to the only place that would protect him from the worsening storm. Tail flisking across the muddy terrain the feline had managed to get to his destination without coating him in even more mud then before. Getting comfortable in the most dried space the tom sighed softly drawing a tongue over his muddy paw as he awaited for who knew what.

    The more advanced the storm had become the more lost in thought he had started to find himself in, more so of a tom that was nothing but forbidden fruit for him. He wasn’t sure why he had thought of them as the last time he had seen him was so many moons ago, the time at the stupid gathering when he was still an apprentice. If he had to be honest with himself he found a lot of his spare time thinking of them, for what reason? He had no idea and he wasn’t sure how he was going to exactly change that matter of a fact. “Why can’t you stop coming in my thoughts.. who invited you anyways..” He grumbled to himself resting his tail on his paws.

    #12477
    turnip
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    👑 Littlepaw 👑

    The same storm washing over Windclan’s moors hung heavy over the forest of Thunderclan. The clans they called home, just mud and muck, drowned out in all the rain. A world between them under the same stormy sky. Were their homes really so far apart, so different? One thing’s for sure, Littlepaw would rather be here than anywhere else right now. Once the incoming weather touched his tongue, he made his way out of his camp and went for another run. He paced himself and just let the strong winds carry him up, streaming through his long fur. His paw pads were worn and ready for this marathon, finding the very footfalls he had haphazardly taken all those moons ago. His lungs didn’t sting like they used to as his paws ate the soil below. This time, he wasn’t running away but towards. To the very cat he couldn’t keep away from if he tried.

    It wasn’t long ago when he met the border with his paws. Littlepaw had a tendency of ending up there, again and again, waiting. Too impatient to sit long, he would turn back without a hurry in his step. But the golden tom would return next time he could get away, just rinse and repeat. This evening, however, he pushed right over the border without slowing. His scent would be swept away in the storm so he had little to worry. By the time he reached the docks, his fluffy coat was soaked through and droplets fell from his chin tuft. His big paws squelching in the wet earth. Amber eyes glowering in the dim at the cat, under the only shelter for several tree lengths. Of course its him.

    “Hey,” he rumbled, “Move over.” He stood outside, letting the rain pelt his back for a little longer before slipping in. Without any regard for the wet cat beside him, Littlepaw shook out his honey colored coat, a spray of water every which way. Then he sat down and stared out into the falling rain. He was quiet for a little while, unsure of what to say. Or what not to say. His mind was a jumble and slowly detangling next to his only confidant, who seemed reluctant at best. Finally, Littlepaw said, “Where have you been?”

    #12496
    jasper
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    Sheepcurl

    The blueeyed feline had settled down for the next few hours under the docks, waiting for the much needed storm that had caught its grasp with the clans home to finish out. He was fully prepared to be there alone for the entirety of it all so when he heard noises the were outside the soft chimes of the rain go on near by it caused his head to snap up his eyes widening as he stiffened in his position ready to strike if he had too. The last thing he was looking for was a fight from anyone near by, he was enjoying his solitary away from his newfound responsibilities and the pressure he was starting to actually relax for once despite this constant thought of that silly boy from so many moons ago. What would be the odds of him showing up here all of a sudden just right out of the blue. He wouldn’t put it past him honestly the amount of times he had just shown up in the clan territory was more then reasonable measures to assume he was obsessed with him.

    Just on cue all of a sudden a flash of ginger fur crossed his view of vision and had made their way to sitting next to him instructing him to make some room from it. The tom froze up slightly his eyes staring ahead blankly. Why is he here…? He was barely starting to gear his thoughts away from them when here he popped up all of a sudden and rudely shaking his wet fur on him. Ears flickering slightly he slowly turned his head over to look at him still trying to figure wrap his head around the tom. What  was going on with this tom? Always popping up when he least expect it. “uh…. my warrior tasks…? I’m no longer an apprentice so I’ve been pretty busy why…?” He softly said before a small frown pulled across his face as he studied the feline, “What exactly are you doing here Littlepaw… What happens if you get caught sneaking into windclan territory?” He questioned tilting his head to the side a bit.

    The fact that he was now so close to the feline in question for his mess of his emotions sent an array of butterflies swarm the pits of his stomach causing his mind to blank from any reasonable thoughts his breath catching in the back of his throat. How unfair this was, how dare he come back after all this time.

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