I am inimitable. I am an original. {open!}

[Azaleapetal]

Yes. I am Hamilton trash. Also, open to anyone~ be Aza's friend!





It was a cloudy day, and rain lightly sprinked down from above. The ground was wet, but not muddy. Though that would change soon, as the quiet roar of thunder far off made Azaleapetal's ears perk.

She was near the barn, though in the treeline. Just watching the sky under the protection of the tree leaves. Although, with leaf-fall on the way, her 'protection' from the rain was not as fortified as she would have hoped.

'Another quiet day,' the IceClanner hummed.

[Darya]

Of all the luck in the world, it had to rain.

Darya didn't have much experience with storms. The rain was alright, for now, yet the thunder and lightning would cause the Scottish kit to squeal with fright the second it made a noise, or flashed brightly in the ever dimming sky. Her mother had always comforted her and Acaicia in storms, hiding away in that abandoned badger set and telling us stories until the rain stopped. It had never been the rain that was the problem. Of course, Acaicia did get sick pretty easily, but it was the thunder and lightning that truly scared us. Yet now, I have neither of them. Heck, I'd even kill to have the friendliest of my brothers with my right about now. Yet I am alone. And though I am thankful for that, I also wish I had my mother.

The worst thing about the rain, for me, is that I walk with my head down in effort to stop from getting droplets in my eyes. Yet my attention often lapses, and so I'm not as aware as I usually am. If I wasn't terrified of almost every moving thing, perhaps that wouldn't be so bad. If I wasn't, maybe I would have joined Iceclan, as per Ivy's suggestion. Yet I just couldn't. Besides, my mind is wandering elsewhere as I traipse across the slowly muddying ground between the barn and the tree line nearby, not really sure where it is I'm headed. I'm about halfway between both, in the line of site of both the trees, and whoever is in the barn, when the realisation of my location finally catches up with me. I'm about to dart away again, for fear of being caught, when a loud clap of thunder reigns across the sky. I let out a high pitched squeal of terror, and through myself onto my belly upon the sodden grass, quivering like a leaf. Maybe I should have found shelter when the rain started. Too late now.

[Azaleapetal]

The squeal of a frightened cat caught Azaleapetal's attention. She watched the cat show weakness, her fear towards the lightning and thunder above. Rain pelted harder, and the pale tabby let out a deep sigh.

She didn't care about the cat's fear. Not really. Just a bit, but not much.

Not a lot.

....

Just a little, tiny bit.

Not that she should care. This cat was a stranger-- a rouge Azaleapetal had no wish to interact with.

...It didn't help that this rouge was completely stricken with terror at the moment.

Letting out a long and bored sigh, Aza called out loudly over the rain. "It's dry over here!" What was she doing? Inviting this rouge to sit with her? What sort of madness had affected Azaleapetal now?

[Darya]

Rain is certainly not very fun. Yet it tends to be better than being eaten or attacked. Yet even so, being a terrified and trembling child crouched upon the ground, I probably look like the perfect snack to basically anything that's hungry. Especially out in the open. I hate the open. Well, sort of. It has its ups and downs really, much like everything else in this world. Even so, it's not exactly the best place to be right now. And so I'm more surprised and hopeful than fearful when someone invites me toward the trees. In my hurry to get out of the rain, and the fact I currently fear the storm more than the other feline, I shoot over to the trees without even thinking.

Yet something triggers in my mind at the very last minute, and instead of joining the older she-cat, I dive into the cover of some bushes and close my eyes briefly against the world as more lightning slices the sky. Moments later, rumbling thunder echos the slash, like a delayed reaction, almost. Once all I can hear is the rain, once more, I open my eye. It is much drier here, and I remove myself cautiously from my hiding spot to shake the water off. I'm close enough to speak, yet far enough to run as I chronic her upon the ground and stare up at the older feline with wide eyes. Getting a little older now, and no longer just a kitten, I'm beginning to think a little more before I react. This causes my fear of cats to be a tad more diluted, to the point that maybe once I reach adulthood, I might be merely cautious and mistrustful, rather than full blown fear. For now I try my best not to judge others too much, even if my fearfulness is still obvious.

[Azaleapetal]

The rouge is afraid of the thunder still. And instead of replying, she darts off. Azaleapetal closes her eyes and breaths out a sigh of frustration. 'Why did I even try?' she growls to herself.

A moment later, Aza turns to see... te rouge. Staring at her. Just staring.

Aza stares back. 'How rude. At least say something!' she inwardly scolds the rouge.



{ laaaaazzy and laate }

[Darya]

Its very loud. And a little scary. Okay, maybe a lot scary. But then again, everything is scary in my opinion. My eyes flit to the older feline then shy away, only proving this fact moreso. I don't truly wish to be afraid. If anything, I wish I could just be any normal kitten able to hold her head as well as a conversation. I may not be stupid, but I'm not necessarily all too bright. Yet I have my reasons, my fear did not spring up out of nowhere, and it would take work to knock down the walls I'd built around me. I don't really want anyone to do such a thing.

After a while, I realise the cat is looking at me expectantly, frustration playing on her features, perhaps disdain. I shrink into myself a little more, basically cowering away from what I'm now processing as a glare. She's glaring at me like her gaze alone can scold me for all my misdoings. Maybe it was all in my head, yet such a thing still reminds me of my father. My scars burn at the mere thought of him, and my torn ear twitches slightly. My eyes flicker briefly, subconsciously, to my scarred shoulder and I attempt to hide it from view as I peer up at her, opening my mouth to speak. It takes a while for words to come out, yet I finally find my voice, along with the smallest pinch of courage. "S-sorry. Thank you." My voice squeaks out, wavering and only just audible. Well, so much for courage. I cower back deeper into the foliage, my eyes wide and fearful, my body quivering. I probably look like a frail kitten half my age. Fair enough.

[Azaleapetal]

Her glare could leave one's fur with scorch marks from the sharp emotion within it. Azaleapetal only stares at the smaller cat for another moment, before she breaths out a long sigh and turns away. Her eyebrows furrow in thought, seemingly as if she's considering something. Then, the IceClan straightens up taller.

She snaps her head sharply towards the rouge, narrowed ice blue eyes just as dangerous as before. But within another moment, her gaze softens. "Why must I feel pity for a dirty rouge?" she mumbles to herself with a shake of her head. Azaleapetal pats the spot beside her with a furry tail. "Why are you afraid of the storm?"


{totally replying to all my old threads >_< sorry for the lateness!!