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Post by ¤ Luna Eclipse ¤ on Jul 21, 2009 13:48:05 GMT -5
The tree limb swayed uneasily under Birchwood's paws, and the small squirrel cringed and hung on harder. The old oak tree creaked and several limbs made cracking sounds that made Birchwood's nape hairs stand on end. The storm clouds overhead were heavy and rough, and they were blowing in slightly heavier than Birch would have liked. It wasn't a storm that was any worse than the big one last spring, but when one was still groggy from a nap and clinging to a tree, anything was rough. The white squirrel gingerly extended one arm to grab at the trunk, trying to ignore the wind that was playing with his tail. "Eurh! Just... a little... more..."
-CRACK!-
Through the rain that was now pelting down, Birchwood distinctly heard the crack of the branch underneath him before he felt himself falling. With a desperate chatter, he flung himself at the tree and latched onto the textured bark, flattening his wet tail against it. Almost as quick as his heart was beating, Birch launched himself out of the tree and darted through the grass towards the Redmoon Caves. His darting was mostly 'runrunrun JUMP THE PUDDLE! runrunrun' until he met the water moccasin half way... then it turned into 'runrun dodge the snake and keep running' but the albino eventually managed to reach the welcoming embraces of the boulders quick enough. The place reeked of other squirrels, of ages and ages and years of squirrels that went there to seek shelter, but it was something that Birchwood could deal with. He stopped long enough to find footing before clawing his way up to a roomy cave on the second 'floor' of the catacombs.
Dripping and in sorry stature, squirrel slid into the cave with whatever dignity he had left pooling on the floor at the opening. For now, the sly, intelligent creature was just a small, young, and very wet squirrel sitting in the corner sulking.
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Post by ♫ TheDarKNinja ♫ on Jul 22, 2009 13:03:03 GMT -5
Hazel ran through the rain toward the Redmoon caves muttering to himself about how he should have noticed how the storm had got there faster than he expected and started leaving earlier. He was out exploring while the group of squirrels he was with headed toward Redmoon caves for shelter from the storm, but Hazel didn't want to be cramped up in the caves yet so he went exploring in the woods where he would wander at a regular basis to get some time alone to think. That's when it started to rain. Hazel looked up hoping to see some opening in the clouds but when he looked up the rain stung his eyes and when he got a small glimpse of the sky all he saw was loads of dark ominous clouds covering the sky. "Doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon." he muttered to himself. Hazel saw the caves in the distance and started running faster when he noticed too late that his feet were no longer on the ground.
-SPLOOSH!-
Hazel got out of the puddle completely soaked (Not that he wasn't before) and muttering curses at his bad luck and started again, but this time at a slower pace. When he got to the caves he climbed up to the second 'floor' and saw the group of squirrels huddled in the back where it was the darkest looking out where he entered. Then he noticed a squirrel he didn't recognize in the other corner, "Hey are you OK? The storm is pretty rough huh?"
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Post by ¤ Luna Eclipse ¤ on Jul 23, 2009 13:54:05 GMT -5
Birchwood looked up from his pool of soggy pathetic-tude to see who dared interrupt his self-pity session. The sight of another equally soaked squirrel standing and gawking at him was not particularly comforting to the small white creature, and for a long time he huddled in the corner staring back at Hazel, eyes narrowed. "I am..." here he paused, heaved a great pained cough and sneezed, "Good enough. What do you want?" Birch flexed a sore paw, sidling out of the pool of water he was in so he could stand on a slightly more dry part of the cave. The whole process of rain and wetness was never something that the small he-squirrel could really enjoy. He never was quite sure what it was about the pounding rain and the chills; he knew many other squirrels who adored the wet and the humidity. They rambled on all the time about how good it was for the trees and how welcome it was on hot days... but sorry and thank you, Birchwood never could manage to enjoy getting soaked through to the skin.
He could feel static electricity clinging to his fur as lighting flashed like a lightbulb outside. Ever few minutes thunder made the cave floor shudder, and Birchwood's mind would flash back to the present. Mmm... Water, rain, lightning. So wet right now... he should go find somewhere much more dry. Where was he again? Oh... and what was that smell? Snapping back to the present, he looked up at Hazel. Darn. That thing was still there. Last thing he needed in the middle of a storm. Company.
Straightening, he stood on his hind legs and walked delicately towards Hazel. His white tail kept bristling unpleasantly every time lightning flashed outside, and every few steps he turned to brush it back down with one fore paw. About an inch or so away from Hazel, he stopped to stare at him "Eh? What's your name? Why'd you come into this cave, huh?"
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Post by Ally on Jul 23, 2009 14:29:14 GMT -5
"Aaaaaaaah!" Pascal let out a terrified shriek, as he swayed in the strong breeze of the storm. He was now holding onto dear life, and he wasn't about to let go. "This is NOT what I meant, when I said I wanted to hang out!" The frightened squirrel glanced over toward the branch he was holding onto, wide eyed. His small paw, was just barely grasping the narrow branch, and he could feel his grip loosening. He was trying his best to hold on, but it was nearly impossible when the branch he was holding onto was shaking so violently. He'd have to hope for the best right? Not a chance. Heck with this! Taking a deep breath, Pascal released his grip, covering his eyes with his right fore paw. He couldn't bare to see what would happen next.
Suddenly, Pascal could feel his breath being knocked out of him, as he spiraled downward. Wide eyed once again, he flailed wildly in the air, his fur ruffled from the wind. It was so dark, he didn't know where he was falling. For all he knew, he could be about ready to splatter against the ground, which didn't help his frightened state at all. No I don't want do die! I'll never do anything bad ever again, I promise! As these thoughts filled his head, Pascal's body was struck by a small tree branch, causing him to let out another loud shriek. The next thing he knew, he was being struck, branch after branch, leaving quite a bruise on his back area. After what semt like an eternity of falling, Pascal's body shifted, landing on a small bush below.
He laid motionless for a few seconds, figuring he was dead, but he could still clearly hear the pitter patter of the rain, and he could still fear the awful coldness of his drenched coat. Slowly, one eye opened, examining the darkness. Then, moments later, a second eye opened. And a sigh of relief flooded over Pascal. He was alive, bruised, but alive. As thunder boomed nearby, Pascal immediately leaped off of the bush, rubbing his back. It was pretty sore, but he figured it would heal. Cringing slightly, from the pain, he searched for a place to get out of the rain. After a moment, he grinned. Redmoon Caves. Perfect. Pascal bolted toward the cave, entering with a loud thump. He was sprawled onto his back gasping for breath.
He twitched just slightly, noticing two squirrels next to him. They semt just as displeased as he did. Still on his back, he let out a loud cough, trying to get their attention. Smiling, he spoke. "That's one heck of a storm huh? Nearly died out there."
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Post by ♫ TheDarKNinja ♫ on Jul 23, 2009 15:11:24 GMT -5
Hazel turned away from the rude white squirrel to the squirrel that addressed him. As he expected the squirrel he saw looked just as unhappy and uncomfortable as he was in a storm. He couldn't believe that any living thing besides plants could like a storm, especially one as bad as this. Returning back to reality he replied "Really? well it's good to see that your OK." Without waiting for an answer he turned back to the white squirrel and answered, "And my name is Hazelnut, but you can just call me Hazel. I'm here the same reason you two are here, for shelter from the rain and here was the closest place, and if for some reason you want me I'll be over there." Again without waiting for a reply he left with a flick of his tail toward the small group of squirrels in the corner and went there to see how they were doing.
"Hazel when do you think the storm will pass?" said one of the younger squirrels as he went past. He then remembered all the clouds he saw when he looked up, but not wanting to discourage the small squirrel he answered "It shouldn't last too long, so don't worry we'll be out of here in no time." one of the elders that apparently overheard him pulled him aside and asked "Hazel, how long will this storm REALLY last?" With a frown he answered, "I'm afraid for at least a day or two from what I can tell." After checking everyone to make sure there were no problems, which there was only some ruffled fur and some bruises. With a long sigh of contempt that none of his friends were hurt he looked over where he was talking to the two squirrels they were still there...talking.
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Post by ¤ Luna Eclipse ¤ on Jul 24, 2009 22:01:45 GMT -5
In a brief spell of cold-induced dizziness, the small white squirrel found the low ceiling of the cave spinning in little twirls above his head. Birchwood flattened his ears partially to stanch the nausea and partially towards Hazel, who was saying something trivial in a very affronted tone of voice, and tucked his head under his paws long enough to get his bearings. His hind paws slowly stopped spinning underneath him, and he looked up to quip at Hazel again. Of course, the creature was already across the cave now, mingling with the rest of the pathetic refugees.
Birchwood sighed and covered his sopping head with a water-wrinkled forepaw. The one cave he goes to to be alone... One of the top caves where nobody ever goes... aaaaand there are a whole bunch of silly little ones prancing all through the tunnels and up to the top cavelet. Thunder boomed outside like a drum, making a noise at the end like somebody pushed it off of it's pedestal and it shattered on the floor. The albino's nape stood on end, and he slid back away from the entrance some. Thunder was never one of his favorite features of a storm. It made his fur stick out, and the lightning was always kind of creepy.
It was a good thing he backed away when he did, too... like a one of the many sturgeon that swim the river when they jump and land on ground, the squirrel that flung itself into the mouth of the stone den flopped mightily on the ground and rose dripping and as unpleasant as the rest of them. The floor under his hindpaws was now slick and disgustingly slimy from rain water. Shuffling his feet some, Birch cleared his throat and tried to hold his tail above the water a touch... "Yes... nearly died." another sneeze found it's way into the middle of what he was saying, and he paused to shiver before continuing. "So what, you just staying here until it's done?"
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Post by Ally on Jul 25, 2009 10:05:59 GMT -5
Pascal's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms, as the squirrel headed to the other side of the cave. He was slightly irritated, for it was as if this squirrel had something better to do. Come to think of it, Hazel had semt irritated as well, but even before he had even noticed Pascal. The small squirrel just sat up and shrugged, his back still stinging from where the branches had thwacked him. Wonder why Hazel's mad? Couldn't have been anything i've done. Oh well. Hazel let out a yawn, as he was quite bored already.
His tail twitching uncontrollably, Pascal fiddled among himself, as he bored as heck. He gave his ear a little scratch, turning his attention to the white squirrel that was beside him. He thought that the white squirrel had said saying something, but he hadn't been paying much attention. Giving his body a hard shake, to try to be rid of some of the water, he grinned at the squirrel. "Did you say something? I wasn't paying much attention." Once again, Pascal let out a loud yawn, scratching his side.
This squirrel didn't look to happy either, Pascal could tell. I know, i'll cheer him up! A wide grin forming on his face, he began his attempt to make the grouch feel better. "You have a very nice tail." Pascal said nodding, he stepped a few paces closer, and pointed to the squirrel's white, fluffy tail. He stared at him for a few moments, trying to think of something else to say, but he couldn't. Instead he tilted his head to the side, and walked back to where he had been standing before.
Pascal stared up at the ceiling, one eye on the white squirrel. He hoped he had made him feel better, Pascal had certainly brightened his own mood with the conversation they had just had. The small squirrel just smiled once again, wondering how long the storm was going to last. Not long, he hoped. He was beginning to get hungry.
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Post by ♫ TheDarKNinja ♫ on Jul 25, 2009 12:01:09 GMT -5
Hazel just sat there thinking, which he didn't do so well when he felt trapped like a bug in a cage. His thoughts went something like this "Ugh I hate storms. At least no one got hurt, but how long will this last? I don't think I can take this, being in this small cave with walls all around me and only one opening which just leads to wind that could pick you up off your paws in an instant. Maybe if I talk to someone I would feel better....but who? All the "clan" is pretty much asleep and I don't wanna bother them....and what would I talk about? Hows the weather? Horrible big and stormy. Hmmm what about those two? they seem awake as ever. I'll go see whats wrong with ms. rude"
Finally deciding what he was going to do he started heading towards the two squirrels when lightening hit a tree very close to the caves, and crashed with a Earth shattering THUD! Hazel almost flipped when the ground shook from the impact and his fur was all frizzled up you could hardly recognize him. Hazel had stars in his head and he guessed that he must have hit his head. The whole world was tilting and spinning. He attempted to keep going forward but he gave up when he fell on his side. he curled up in a ball trying to make it stop, and closed his eyes.
When he woke up it was a little better but his head still throbbed but when he placed his paw on his head there was no blood. He thanked his lucky stars that it didn't bleed but he could imagine the huge lump on his head. He got his surroundings. The storm was still raging outside, not as bad as before and he noticed the thunder was farther away now. He headed back towards the two squirrels with tail dragging and paw on his head. "Ohhhh my head....Are you two OK? Almost broke my head. What a nasty storm."
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