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Weather: It's greenleaf! The days are scorching hot - at least the nights are cool!
Posted: Mar 12 2018, 04:08 PM
Dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly, Harrierpaw followed carefully in Wildeye's footsteps. Since the floodwaters had engulfed camp, not a single droll comment had passed the tawny youth's lips, leaving him oddly quiet. In fact he hadn't spoken much at all, acquiescing with only a nod when Wildeye had told of him of her plans for training that morning.
As they neared the bridge from ThunderClan's side, he was rapt by the river. The banks were churned into mud and strewn with all sorts of debris, things dragged up from the belly of the river. A ripple unsmoothing the fur along his spine, the young tom let a breath whistle quietly through his nose. It was almost strange that the surrounding woodland seemed the same as usual, the water having already seeped beneath the soil.
He twisted his head to the side, to catch his mentor's one-eyed gaze. "We're going to have to find a new place for camp, aren't we?" he asked the brown and white molly, the first words out of him since they'd left.