[wren]

Originally Posted by ✨Blue Wishes✨

Goldeneye was trying his best to shield himself from the rain, tucked as tightly as he could be near the leader's den. It was his first time watching over camp without Halestar, and honestly, he was nervous, especially with something this large. The Shadowclan leader was going and attacking Riverclan, and as much as he wanted to help and attack, he was forced to stay here. Maybe Halestar had a point, what would have happened if both of them had died somehow? Honestly, he had no idea how many lives Halestar had left, but still, imagine if it went wrong. The deputy shivered against the cold rain, noting that he was the only one out of any of the dens, and he supposed that made sense. The rain was like tiny pebbles, hitting him over, and over, and over, making him shut his eyes. It was always these storms he had hated as a kit, and an apprentice, and, honestly, he still hated them as a warrior and deputy. The Shadowclan camp was protected, and he had doubts that it could wash away, even though he could see streams of water rushing through the clearing, making him shiver once again. He wondered now if Halestar should have decided to do this, as it seemed really risky, then again, Halestar was strong, and she probably knew what she was doing. However, he was still having to tell himself that Halestar knew what she was doing, as it was hard to believe, especially when his fur was sticking in cold clumps to his body. Taking a shaky breath in, he huddled closer to the area he was in, slightly dryer still, his golden and green eyes narrowed as he tried to look through the rain. He noticed a cat trying to make their way towards the fresh-kill pile, which he knew was a stupid idea, since the rain would have taken away any warmth from the prey, and had made them soggy. Occasionally, yes, it would be good to eat that, even if it was like that, as long as it wasn't loaded with maggots, yet, during new-leaf, when prey was abundant, and they could easily catch more prey the next day, it seemed stupid. Maybe he should call out to the cat, tell them to go back to their den, but he was too cold to do so, since he could feel his own teeth chattering. Instead, he decided to stay huddled up in a ball of wet fur, disputed seeing branches starting to fall from trees, which he knew was normal for storms with this much power, since they were only small twigs, for now anyways. Instead, he watched the cat once again, ready to help at a moment's notice, even if his joints were now somewhat stiff.

Batting his eyes at the rain he stepped up to the fresh kill pile. Examining the mud brown furs and feathers lodged with infestations brought by the small stream now running through camp. His ears flattened, what was I expecting anyways? Fresh kill served nice and toasty? Mousebrain. the Tom took a moment to shake out his fur, sending a wave of small clear droplets into the air before their spot was quickly replaced. Frustrated with his water logged pelt he was detirmined to get to the den and shake it out there, unluckily he was faced with the heroism of saving someone and being the helpless kit avoiding the storm. He stood their for a moment before deciding on heroism. If he died being carried away by storm water he wouldn't mind an honourable mention when halestar returned and his own personal vigil. Once he was done contemplating his options and finally picking one, he wadded through puddles past the fresh kill pile. He didn't care to take it out of camp to despose of it properly. The rain would do that for him, no matter dirtying his teeth carrying it out. His fur was slick with mud and rain that splashed up from below his paws, it made it hard to focus on the task at paw. Just when he stepped into a dark puddle and a stingin pain went up his pad. He shrieked and Yankee his paw out quickly. Leaving dabs of blood on the surface before they mixed into the murky water. He twisted his paw to face him in order to inspect it, a splinter was lodged into his pad. Jutting out. He whimpered with frustration and shook his paw as if that would dismiss the pain and the splinter would go away, alas it was deeply embedded into the tough skin of his bad and wasnt going to come out easily. He grunted with frustration, you try to help someone and you recieve this? What kinda mousedung is that. I'm trying to accomplish something good in my lifetime. Thanks stick! he thought sarcasticly. He tested out his paw by simply tapping the ground a few times. Than set his paw down, an agonizing pain shot up his paw and into his shoulder. "Gah!" he spat, whisking his paw away quickly and inspecting it again. Whatever. I will live. the Tom cat set his paw down gently, avoiding the splinter at all costs, he than began to stumble towards the entrance. Peeking through the hanging trendils