Whispering Wetlands

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]

leapingpaw arrived late and with no apology or explanation, rookfire made note of it but didnt comment on it at this moment. it was quite the thing though, to arrive late to a patrol with two enforcers and not even explain their earlier absence..whatever. it wasnt really his place to care about this apprentices behaviour beyond doing his duties in taking note of it. really, it was midnightpaths place to worry, pretty much.
with everycat finally gathered, rookfire gave a lash of his tail, beckoning his patrol to follow him out of camp.

rookfire was already prepared for the wet paws he would earn himself from the moorland at whispering wetlands, especially with the heavy rain that had recently drenched the forest in its sweet smell. overall, the smell of rain had since faded and wet soil and moist wood had become far more overpowering than usual, but rookfire wasnt really one to complain. it made the air feel heavier and airborne moisture, confined to lingering close to the ground, clung to his pelt after a short white, but it was pleasant. however, the closer he got to arriving at whispering wetlands, with its gnarled willow trees twisting just slightly above the horizon, the wetter it got. first, it was the switch from hardpacked needle covered soil to loser, moist soil, but by the time he could fully lay eyes on the first tree, bits of dry-ish mud started clinging to his paws. there was also this noise..this familiar noise that kind of blended into the general noise of the forest enough to be marked off as irrelevant by rookfires brain, but still actively stood out to him. attempting to take a hold of the noise had a end when the first frog hopped into the undergrowth at the very edge of his vision, bordering on becoming a blurry spot in his peripheral vision, and everything slotted together.
the noise that had been plaguing him was a choir of frogs, their croaking and quacking bleeding into another and combining into nothing more than one slippery mess of noise, yet, the closer they got, the more overwhelming the noise got. it was already weird, he had never before taken note of hearing a bunch of frogs at whispering wetlands, until rookfire pushed through the last bit of brush and bush seperating them from closing in on the border, and a whole mass of frogs shrieked and scattered by his paws. "what the hell-"

[ @Fish ; @gs29513 || lucky i forgot about this yesterday lol ]