*~~Whispers of Nature ~~ A Warriors-Based Roleplay~~* Closed!

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Ice took an audible sniff of the air. "Ah, rain's done, probably be a couple light showers later in the day," she told the other elders, who probably didn't care. But she was proud of her meteorological abilities, which was pretty important for survival at this time. "Could be sleet too." Still makes no difference to me. Heron probably won't let me help out those soggy rags of fighters any more today.
And I don't mind no rain neither.
Disappointing.

Drops no longer heard the turrents, and the only sound his sensitive ears detected was the water dripping off trees.
It was probably going to be wet all day. He shook out his pelt, kinda hesitant. He decided he would stay in his relatively less wet den as long as possible before he was instructed to go out with the other fighters. And Ice can't stop me.
Heron was always worried about his mother's welfare, but she insisted she was perky as any kit.
And just as foolish.
Wind was thinking these same things as he licked his still damp pelt in his den.
However, Frog happened to be a little like his namesake in the fact he wasn't so bothered by mud. However, this showed, on his dirty blue pelt.
He lept after a creature such as he. It's slippery green body couldn't escape a nimble creature such as he, and soon it was in his jaws.
 
Feather stepped out of her den and was delighted to see the sun. The first thought that came to her head was Hunting Patrol! So she padded over to ???? (whos the deputy?) "Could we go on a hunting patrol now?" she asked brightly.
(I’m not sure there is a deputy in a Tribe, @puffypoo)
 
Chaos yawned stretching his tiny paws and pouncing out of his mother's grip. Hopefully, she would forget to groom him that morning. He was ready for another day of trouble. Maybe he would raid Heron's herb den... or sneak out of camp... he thought to himself.
 

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