Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Aug 30, 2014 20:21:17 GMT -5
Raggedtooth - Sometimes that's all it takes~
Traversing the vast expanse of Riverclan territory was a sulking young warrior, his flanks heaving, his paws lagging and dragging the bulk of him lower and lower to the ground. Right now Raggedtooth was in a bit of a predicament, it was a balming ninety five degrees outside at least, and medium length fur or not he was overheating big time. The day had started out innocently enough, with a calm stretch to loosen up his tight muscles and a round up for a hunt. That's when he made the mistake of not choosing the fishing hunt and actually trying to go for land based game. It was very cold the pervious night, around the fifties and in the morning it had been cooler as well, and he hadn't drank enough to make up for the days heat.
The stubborn and quite literal hot head was trying his best now not only to drag himself to the pond, but he was hoping to not get caught like this. To do so would be very embarrassing for him, he was after all a newer warrior and had only recently proven himself good enough to earn his name. Worse then getting caught would be getting caught by Hailstorm, that sent a shiver up his spine. Raggedtooth was a stickler for authority. It would also make him less then kind to whomever he would find, as his normally rough atmosphere would be more then heightened by this situation.
Digging his toes and claws into the rich Greenleaf soil, he moved on slowly, the pond in sight. He sent a slight prayer up to there ancestors. All the older warriors and elders swore by them, so he figured it couldn't hurt. It was like a mental precaution to make sure he wasn't hallucinating at all. He wasn't leading the patrol and in truth had dashed out last among the group, but he had heard of the instructions for the hunt. Normally he would follow them to the letter, however he was making an exception this time. Dehydration was not something he was going to mess with, nope he was taking it seriously.
Finally he reached the edge of the pond and tried not to gracelessly fling his sagging form into the shallow mass of water. That would be terribly undignified, and just add to it all, thought he had to admit he didn't care right now too much. His head was thrumming, and his viridian green eyes were dry and sore. Sweat had been pouring off of him, so his fur was sticking out trying to cool his body off.
Slowly he wade into the water, and sank down until he was far enough in that he could rest his head in the lower end of the pond and have his back nearly submerged completely. His striped belly was laying on the mostly smooth rocks, and he noted with a raised brow that a snail was making its way for water as well, though not quite within its reach, about several inches away in fact. To a snail that would be several tail lengths, and it made him feel bad for the little fella. He couldn't quite bring himself to rise up though, as tired as he was, so he simply lay in wait, his eyes resting. He tried not to drift off, but the sounds of the pond were so soothing. He didn't even think that he could possibly look like he was drowned to someone walking by that saw him, it didn't even occur to him at all.
