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*patter patter patter*

He raised up on his hind legs slightly, ears twitching as he looked up; just in time for a big raindrop to get him right in the eye.

“Hraka!”

Sage scrubbed furiously at his eye with a paw, blinking until it cleared, and by that time what had started as just a few drops had become a steady, gentle lilt. Loping back towards the entrance of the warren, he sighed to himself. So much for having a night to think and silflay. Once under the tree canopy, he stood up and shook a bit, running his paws over his fur to brush off what water he could. This wasn’t shaping up to be what he had sought. He hopped back into one of the warren entrances, a wider one at that, and turned around to face the storm now that he was in a dry place. Dark eyes watching as the silver curtains of rain started coming down harder, he laid down and stretched out; enjoying the cool earth beneath him. He wondered how the hlessi faired in weather such as this. As a kitten, and even sometimes in his foolish moments as an outskirter, Sage had imagined himself to be off on a daring adventure of one sort or another. He was lucky to still be alive, honestly. The passing year had been a hard one on the warren. Their numbers were thin, and he had himself felt the crush. His father had been in the Owsla, and had been one of the first deaths in the year, caught by the farmer’s dog. He himself was the sole survivor of his litter. But that was Frith’s Will.

His ears shot up as light danced across the sky. His heart beat a little faster as the boom followed, but he fought down the fear that was so common to their kind.

“The sky elil…”

He mused to himself, thinking and watching the rain.

((Sorry it’s so long, feeling out his character. Anyone is welcome to join in :3 Also, is the text color too light? ))

Snowdrop was always up around Fu Inle', being nocturnal, compared to most of her fellow warren members. It had always been like this since she was kept in that forsaken shed long ago when she was just an adolescent, and she hasn't quite gotten used to Frith's light. Perhaps she wasn't meant for His blessing, cursed since birth to embrace darkness. She used to think that, but after spending a good deal of time at the warren, the doe has become a little less cynical. Still, she was usually one to keep to herself.

The doe also happened to be out to silflay, glancing up at the clouded evening sky as it began to rain. She disregarded the drizzle for a moment, allowing herself a few more bites of flay until voices caught her attention. Snowdrop turned away from her current spot, and soon she was perched upon one of the beech's thick roots when the flash of lightning came. It gave her blank, white figure a more eerie look with the brief, illuminous glow, and those red eyes...

With a nonchalant look, she watched the two bucks... until she decided to join them. "Sky elil, you call it? ...I've seen one killed by it before."

Thyme jumped as the lightening flashed, followed soon after by another clap of thunder "Sky elil alright" he gazed around outside "I’m sorry for interrupting your rain watching session, but I think we both had the same idea" he smiled and looked to see who the pale brown buck had been speaking too "Oh, hullo there" he said sweetly, as he caught sight of the shimmering white doe "Lovely weather wouldn't you say?" He felt the rain hitting him on the nose and shuddered, moving further back from the entrance "Nasty weather more like" he muttered to himself.

((Do you think I need to bold his speech at all? Or is it ok to just write in paragraphs like this?))

Thyme looked to see who was talking to him "Oh hullo...yes, its nasty weather alright, but as long as we're in here its not so bad. A shame we cant go out and silflay though, but still..." he sniffed the new buck curiously "...I don’t believe we've met before...have we? I'm Thyme" he began cleaning the water off his face.

((@Were – I recommend making a break in between dialogue and story, so that it’s easier to distinguish the two. Bolding would work, but spacing looks neater, in my opinion. ^^ And so far you’re doing just fine <3 If you wanted to add more to Thyme, now might be a good time to give reasons to why he does what he does, or what he’s thinking.

@Bjorn- It actually helps my background story out too, so thank you xD It’s more than fine with me *nods* ))


“No, it’s alright. This isn’t Old Efrafa, after all.”

He raised on his haunches slightly to look over Thyme as he saw yet another approaching over from down the tunnel, nose twitching as he searched out the scent; another buck, one of the story tellers. He lowered himself again, once again unable to come up with a name. It seemed he was more of a loner in this warren than he thought. His ears flickered to catch the voice better, nodding as the new arrival spoke.

“It very well might, it really isn’t all that bad.”

With that he smirked a little, always finding the humor in things. It could very well rain all night and he knew it, but there was no sense in bringing the rain inside to dampen the hopeful. Turning his head to scratch an ear, he looked again to the outside and debated with himself. It really didn’t seem that bad, and perhaps if he stayed under the branches and leaves he could still silflay without getting soaked. He glanced back to the other males after Thyme had introduced himself and nodded once as a welcoming gesture.

“Sage.”

And with that, he bounded back out into the night’s wet air.

“And I’ll just have to take my chances with the Sky Elil, wont I?”

He stood up and smiled, nodding his agreement with the white doe. The rainwater did sweeten the grass, and it sure beat having to trek down to the river to drink in the middle of the night. He had just lowered his nose to the ground again, the rain washing out most of the smell and making it harder to find the best flayrah; when he heard her speak. And for an instant he was a young outskirter again.

'My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.'

His mother stood in silence before the remaining Owsla, not speaking, not even joining in the prayer. She just stared straight ahead, out over the fields and forests to some distant place no one else could see, and then without a noise at all she simply slipped back into her burrow and never came out again.

He just sat there for a moment, before his dark eyes looked up to the doe.

“Yes… some time ago now, wasn’t it? His last run.”

He smiled, something he had learned to do in even the hardest times. It wasn’t this doe’s fault. It was simply Frith’s Will, and he was sure his father would be rather proud to know that his sacrifice meant life to many others.

And then Sage noticed the rain again and shook himself a bit, thinking.

"Heartsease," he began to introduce himself but fell quiet as the white doe began to speak. Like most of the warren, he supposed, he knew of her. It was hard to miss her, white as a warning flash of the tail. He didn't know what to think of her yet, or of Thyme, though the gray buck did seem to share his distaste for being wet. The other buck, Sage, seemed a bit audacious. He smirked to himself as the other dashed out into the rain.

"Any particular story?" He came out of his musings about the others and began thinking of good stories for the moment. Something short and light-hearted seemed the thing for the moment, perhaps something made up, or a clever trick. But whatever they wished he would do his best to tell.

Thyme smiled politely at Snowdrop, loving her name immediately, as it suited her perfectly.

"Tis lovely to meet you, I’m Thyme, as I said earlier"

Turning back to Heartsease he ran a paw down his long black ear, before getting comfy. He felt like he’d made a few possible good friends that night, and it made him feel quite cheerful.

"I like Snowdrop's suggestion, that sounds like a very interesting and uplifting idea for a story, do you agree Heartsease?"

He still wished he could go out and silflay, but a story seemed like the next best thing.

((Thats ok Roserain heart *huggles*))