a walk to remember !

[green ! [old ghost]]

i don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity

The puddle of slush and water squirked obnoxiously when Stormfoot stepped into it, sufficiently getting her front paw wet in the process. A few moments were spent studying the dirtied paw before the she-cat trudged forward, wincing each time her other paws smacked into a different puddle. Washing tonight would not be the most pleasant thing, she realized with a drawn out sigh. But it was a necessary sacrifice, after all, someone had to see how the river was thawing. With the presence of much warmer days and a bright sun, ice nor snow stood no chance, and the ground had been soaked in their remains for some time now. Leaf-Bare was over, that was for sure, and it left a muddy trail in its wake, much as Stormfoot was doing now. It was only a blessing that the she-cat wasn't trying to be stealthy, because her trail was clearly marked by indents of her prints in the cold mud behind her.

From up ahead she cold hear the river, the sound of water running over smooth pebbles and fallen logs pleasant to her ears. The snow had caused everything to be so silent for so long. Finally being able to hear her beloved river rushing through StreamClan territory was a burst of relief that almost made Stormfoot feel like a kit again. In fact, the tempting thought of diving into the river and swimming around was overwhelming, and only held back by the safety issues that would come with attempting to swim in a swollen body of water. She wasn't the strongest cat- the river would wash her away for sure! And she had no partner to keep an eye out, or to pull her to shore.

Which, in retrospect, made Stormfoot quite lonely. It wouldn't have been difficult to grab some random clanmate and ask them to accompany her, and yet she didn't. A perplexing issue, but perhaps it just came down to her kit-like wish to swim around in the water. Or, looking at it from a different views, maybe Stormfoot's subconsciousness had prevented her from dragging some other soul out on this muddy trek. The she-cat gazed down at her paws again, a depressed sigh shaking through her bones. Yes, muddy trek indeed, and that conclusion was quite rational.

something always brings me back to you... and it never takes too long
gravity - sara bareilles

[sophie]

Swanflower

Swanflower padded along the river that ran through her clan's territory. It was nice to get out; have some quite time and alone time listen to the rushing water that was thawing. The weather was getting warmer, which was a relief because fish was becoming available again which just made her stomach rumble at the thought of it. The squishy mud flowed in between Swanflower's white paws, which the trek from the camp to here had turned them a pale brown. The mud didn't bother her much, it also happened to make her feel kind of happy. For one, it wasn't cold snow. But it was warmer mud, which was the result in a nice thaw.

The white-and-gray she-cat padded past the stepping stones, shaking her head. Honestly, she saw little reason why the stepping stones had form in StreamClan's territory, when they were the best swimmers. But perhaps when the thaw like this comes, they are kind of useful, if they are showing. Swanflower continued padding along the river; a scent of one of her own clanmates that was reasonable fresh. Quickly, the sleek-coated she-cat began bounding forward, sending mud splatters up into the air and onto her body. She skid to a stop when she nearly ran into Stormfoot. "Oh, hi Stormfoot. she mewed, standing up where she had fallen.

[green ! [old ghost]]

it's just varying degrees of con artistry

Ears pricked, Stormfoot turned to see who addressed her, smiling politely at Swanflower who looked positively muddy. Though, anyone with a trace of white fur wouldn't be faring well at this time of year. It must be horrible for Cloudstar to deal with, the warrior thought with a slight frown. Turning her attention back to Swanflower, Stormfoot resumed her smile, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. “Hello, Swanflower. Are you alright? That didn't seem to be the most...” She searched for a word, tongue popped out in thought. “Elegant entrance.” She, of course, was referring to Swanflower's slip-up.

Realizing that no one would have had an elegant entrance in this mud, Stormfoot giggled, tail swishing with amusement. The statement seemed rather pointless now, but the question still remained. One could twist a paw or damage some sort of muscle from falling. She was no medicine cat, but Stormfoot was educated enough to know the dangers of an injured paw. “So, what brings you out here, Swanflower?” Stormfoot added, wrapping her tail gently around her paws, ensuring that it didn't touch the mud. Maybe she too was interested in the river's progress, or had been out hunting and caught sight of Stormfoot.

that no one seems to mind
varying degrees of con artistry - duncan sheik

[ ooc ! ]
i'm so sorry for the delay! i didn't realized you posted. D: