Too hot to work, not too hot to run [P]

[MockingRabbit]

Whisltestoat
He/him - 25 Moons

It was the kind of day where no one wanted to do anything. There was plenty to do; prey needed catching, the camp wall seemed in slight disrepair and border patrols hadn't been sent, but a sticky, almost sickly heat hung over the camp. A white sun hovered in the bleached-blue sky. It was something his father would have called a "lazy day".

Whistlestoat lugged himself over to the preypile, which someone had the foresight to shift out of the blaring heat and into a patch of shade. He stared down at the scraggly heap of prey. I should take a patrol out, he thought. Still, no one could moan at him for not. He selected a plump thrush, it's body stiff yet warm, and glanced about the clearing for a secluded place to eat. The camp was packed. Probably wasn't helping with the stuffy feeling. He caught Loudwhisker's eye, flicked his tail for her to come over.
Loudwhisker was one of the few people he actually knew. He lived in a social clan and all, and he was chatty enough, but there were few cats he would actually label as "friend". And Loudwhisker was what he might call his "best friend", though never to her face.
"Thought we could go take a snack out somewhere in the territory: if you are free. Too crowded here today. I was thinking Windy Hills." His voice felt rough. Maybe he should have said Twilight Falls; there was water there, and it might be cooler, but... "Only place I can find poppy-seeds," he muttered under his breath. "Well, anywhere but Starry Meadow. Swear I saw a ghost there once." He flashed a half smile.

//Hope this is all fine! They don't have to be good friends, it is just what he thinks lol

@rubberRatroom - #WhistlestoatBingo

[rubberRatroom]

loudwhisker

WARRIOR | Female | 20 moons

"Every journey has its final day. Don’t rush."

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It was a blistering hot day. Days Loudwhisker hated with a passion. The heat against her fur was not ideal, and made her feel targeted by the suns rays. Amongst the heat of the day, another thing caught her mind. Whistlestoat, an acquantance of hers, beckoning her over. She sighed, wading over as if she was in deep water.

"I wouldn't mind,"

Her nonchalant response was done in a few breaths, the sun making her pant. It was like she'd been taking a long run, and she disliked the feeling. Windy Hills didn't sound like an awful idea. There would be shade with the trees, and a nice breeze that would cool them off if they were lucky enough to climb to the top. Loud didn't like flowers all that much, but she'd do it if it meant escaping this heat.

Her ears perked at the mention of a ghost. Even she uttered a laugh, it was decently funny. Ghosts were... an interesting topic at the least.

"What kinda ghost d'ya think it was? A bad one or a good one?"

She imagined being able to race through the meadow after cooling off in the shade. That made her mood a little more enthusiastic at the least. Her opinion of flowers was growing more positive. They often made Loudwhisker sneeze. And, more often than not, pollen got stuck in her fur and wedged into the weaving of her nest. Nonetheless, maybe she could risk that this time. If it was to potentially hang out with another cat, for that matter. She couldn't really remember the last time she did. Social interactions weren't her strong suit. She sometimes came off as rude or harsh without knowing.

She looked back at Whistlestoat, getting out of her head for a moment.

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@MockingRabbit - Whistlestoat

(That's fine with me! Though Loud might think of them more as acquaintances at first : D !)