Storm of the Century [Breezy]

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Actually, now that she was here in the dark and the rain, the area was kind of creepy. The rain echoed when it hit the stones and wood until it sounded more like it was coming from inside her head than outside. The wind had started blowing harshly, howling and whistling and shrieking. With a little twist of the imagination, it could sound like the cries of dying cats. Every flash of lightning caused the shadows to shift and jump, as if a predator could be hiding behind every corner.

Ferndapple's pelt prickled and her heart started pounding, but a broad smile found it's way across her face. These conditions were the moments she lived for. She was an adrenaline junkie and was happiest when her paws twitched to move. She stashed her squirrel in a place where she could remember it and set off to explore.

Whatever prey there might have been before had gone to hiding. That was okay though; she wasn't there to hunt. She went from space to space, sniffing and pawing at things she didn't know the names of or what they were used for. She pretended like she was hunting a monster. Not one of those that ran on the thunderpath, but a real actual monster, with teeth the size of her head and claws the size of her teeth!

Hm... There didn't seem to be one around. Not down here, at least! Ferndapple sat in the dust, rather disappointed that her adventure seemed like a flop. Then her ears twitched in thought, and Ferndapple cheered right up. There was a second level, wasn't there? She remembered seeing some kind of structure leading upwards. Maybe something of importance was up there!

She spun on her paws and hastily made her way up the... whatever they were. They were made of wood and seemed half-way rotted; they creaked with each paw step that she made. Just for kicks, Ferndapple applied her full weight whenever she set her paw down, and the creaks became louder.

The deputy gave a high-pitched giggle that would have made more sense coming from a kit, but abandoned her game to keep going up. The second level was even creepier. The shrieks that Ferndapple had heard before were coming through a hole in the wall, making things a bit wetter up here than down there. Things were covered in white pelts that practically danced in the breeze and gave more dancing shadows on the floor.

She snickered at the eeriness and, spotting a conveniently placed pebble, pawed it towards the way she came. She wanted to see if the wood creaked under it's weight too. Ferdapple wound up and kicked the pebble. It didn't make the wood creak, but the sound it made when it skipped down them sounded like claws tapping on stone.

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Words: 473
Tagged: Ivystar
Song: Rain by Breaking Benjamin
Notes: I was trying to make it seem haunted. Did I succeed?

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What was that? A shadow was inspecting the pebble she'd sent down. Instinct had Ferndapple crouched and tensed. The twoleg nest was close enough to the border for a ShadowClan intruder to stumble upon it. The air was too damp for her to smell anything, so it very well could be.

Just then the cat listed it's head, and a very familiar voice called out, "Ferndapple, is that you?" Ferndapple was so relieved she almost sighed. It was only Ivystar. It was silly of her to think it was a ShadowClan cat.

Ferndapple was about to call back down when a thought occurred to her. It was an evil cruel wicked thought, but it caused a little grin to curl on her face. If Ivystar had to call out to her, it was possible she didn't know it was her. Oh, the deputy could have so much fun with that.

Without calling down to her leader, she turned her back to her and kinked her tail, as if to silently summon her. Then Ferndapple fled as silently but as quickly as she could, choosing a hiding place behind one of the pelts to wait for Ivystar to appear.

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Words: 198
Tagged: Breezy
Song: Sunrise
Notes:

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Ferndapple waited, tense and silent, for Ivystar to appear. If this worked, it would be her greatest prank ever. If it didn't... well, it would likely be the first time in the history of the Clans that a deputy was forced to do apprentice duties as punishment.

Oh well. At least her sons would help her. Oakstripe and Stormsky would probably just laugh. The jerk faces.

Paw steps. Evidently, Ivystar had decided to ignore whatever her instincts were probably screaming at her. Ivystar wasn't a coward, but nor was she an idiot. "Who's there?" she demanded firmly. If it weren't for the faintest of fear scent on the breeze from the opening, Ferndapple would have thought the leader was more annoyed than scared.

She heard Ivystar start shuffling forward. Without a sound, Ferndapple backed away from where she heard the older she-cat moving. If she got too close, Ferndapple could slip out the other side so it seemed empty. She made her voice deep, attempting to disguise it so Ivystar couldn't tell it was her. "You have disappointed us, Ivystar." she meowed.

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Tagged: Breezy
Song: Defying Gravity from Wicked
Notes: Sorry for the lateness!