Post by whiplash on Jun 25, 2011 18:57:37 GMT -6
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The patched form of Whiplash was curled up safely in his nest. He was half-asleep yet not quite; in that sort if in-between stage. When he could hear what was going on around him but not really comprehend it fully. All of the sudden just as his eyelids were about to slide shut a cold drop of water hit him smack on the nose. His amber eyes flew open, the size of small moons, and almost jumped out of his fur.
It was particularly strange that a hole would be almost in the centre of the den--that was where he slept now as a senior warrior. Trying to calm down a little he glanced up, craning his neck in an attempt to spot where the leak was exactly. After thoroughly examining it as best he could nothing showed up. Just my luck. He silently growled, then got back into his nest, once again resting his head on his paws. But no matter how hard he tried sleep wouldn't come, it was as if the drop of rain had made him fully awake.
Letting out a hiss under his breath he got up again, then weaved around the sleeping forms of his Clanmates; hopefully he didn't step on anyone's tail. The pattering of rain reached his ears as he reach the entrance/exit of the den, proceeding to sit down and simply gaze out at the gloomy night. The sky was littered with dark rainclouds, only little spots of the starry ink black sky visible if one looked close enough. It actually didn't look half bad to the tom, which was odd considering his current dilemma. The next thing he did was well... not like him at all. Maybe it was the way the mud-slicked ground looke, or how refreshing the rain appeared to be as it fell down in sheets; either way he suddenly hurtled out of the den, paws smacking against the ground.
Within no time at all his short-furred pelt was soaked right through, yet he didn't notice it at all letting out a yowl of joy. He took a running start once in the middle of the clearing then slid across the wet terrain, landing on the ground in a heap. But he got right up again and began to dash around in wide circles, tail streaming behind him like a banner. It seemed that Whiplash may very well have gone insane.
The patched form of Whiplash was curled up safely in his nest. He was half-asleep yet not quite; in that sort if in-between stage. When he could hear what was going on around him but not really comprehend it fully. All of the sudden just as his eyelids were about to slide shut a cold drop of water hit him smack on the nose. His amber eyes flew open, the size of small moons, and almost jumped out of his fur.
It was particularly strange that a hole would be almost in the centre of the den--that was where he slept now as a senior warrior. Trying to calm down a little he glanced up, craning his neck in an attempt to spot where the leak was exactly. After thoroughly examining it as best he could nothing showed up. Just my luck. He silently growled, then got back into his nest, once again resting his head on his paws. But no matter how hard he tried sleep wouldn't come, it was as if the drop of rain had made him fully awake.
Letting out a hiss under his breath he got up again, then weaved around the sleeping forms of his Clanmates; hopefully he didn't step on anyone's tail. The pattering of rain reached his ears as he reach the entrance/exit of the den, proceeding to sit down and simply gaze out at the gloomy night. The sky was littered with dark rainclouds, only little spots of the starry ink black sky visible if one looked close enough. It actually didn't look half bad to the tom, which was odd considering his current dilemma. The next thing he did was well... not like him at all. Maybe it was the way the mud-slicked ground looke, or how refreshing the rain appeared to be as it fell down in sheets; either way he suddenly hurtled out of the den, paws smacking against the ground.
Within no time at all his short-furred pelt was soaked right through, yet he didn't notice it at all letting out a yowl of joy. He took a running start once in the middle of the clearing then slid across the wet terrain, landing on the ground in a heap. But he got right up again and began to dash around in wide circles, tail streaming behind him like a banner. It seemed that Whiplash may very well have gone insane.
