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( D: This is not what I wanted at all, scrapping this idea until we can workshop it a little. )
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Expedition Training Open An All Paws Meeting
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Swifttail stood among the gathered crew, paws clasped behind his back, doing a frankly heroic job of keeping his face straight as Arthur Barrett unveiled the GOLDUN SAIFTEE PLANK in all its bilge-scented glory. The moment the marten set it upright with that solemn thud, a spark of mirth lit behind Swift’s eyes. Stars above… finally, a consequence for the Hide's rampant problem of beasts flinging themselves into the sea at the drop of a hat, and forcing him to do reckless things with the boiler.
A warmth fluttered in his chest as Barrett went on. Urk rose unbidden in his mind: shivering beasts hauled from the water, the frantic dump of the boiler, the groans of hot metal under strain, and how close they had all come to losing beasts to the frigid depths because panic had moved faster than thought.
This… this was better. A lesson wrapped in humor to make beasts think twice before putting themselves in danger.
His tail flicked. His whiskers twitched. He looked, for all the world, like a fox trying not to laugh during a lecture.
He leaned a whisker toward Thura, voice a low murmur with a conspiratorial curl to it.
"See, Thura? An’ that’s how we make sure what happened earlier doesn’t turn into a common thing."
She smiled back smugly. As a beast who took pride in the suffering of others, and also paid the price for it, she was clearly thrilled as well.
He straightened again as Barrett continued, and when the doctor’s voice deepened into real warning about the cold water, the numb limbs it will cause, and the haunting visual of two beasts drowning instead of one, Swift’s grin softened into solemn understanding. He respected Barrett’s gravity, and admired how he was handling his new role.
But when the marten raised his voice and called for cheers for Chief Water Safety Officer Rainclaw, oh how Swifttail’s muzzle split into a wide, bright, foxish grin.
He filled his lungs with icy sea air and belted it out, proud and unrestrained:
"HIP HIP HURRAH!!!"
A warmth fluttered in his chest as Barrett went on. Urk rose unbidden in his mind: shivering beasts hauled from the water, the frantic dump of the boiler, the groans of hot metal under strain, and how close they had all come to losing beasts to the frigid depths because panic had moved faster than thought.
This… this was better. A lesson wrapped in humor to make beasts think twice before putting themselves in danger.
His tail flicked. His whiskers twitched. He looked, for all the world, like a fox trying not to laugh during a lecture.
He leaned a whisker toward Thura, voice a low murmur with a conspiratorial curl to it.
"See, Thura? An’ that’s how we make sure what happened earlier doesn’t turn into a common thing."
She smiled back smugly. As a beast who took pride in the suffering of others, and also paid the price for it, she was clearly thrilled as well.
He straightened again as Barrett continued, and when the doctor’s voice deepened into real warning about the cold water, the numb limbs it will cause, and the haunting visual of two beasts drowning instead of one, Swift’s grin softened into solemn understanding. He respected Barrett’s gravity, and admired how he was handling his new role.
But when the marten raised his voice and called for cheers for Chief Water Safety Officer Rainclaw, oh how Swifttail’s muzzle split into a wide, bright, foxish grin.
He filled his lungs with icy sea air and belted it out, proud and unrestrained:
"HIP HIP HURRAH!!!"
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