( Oof okay! Whatever you believe is best is fine by me! )

(I think imma pause this rp till the others die and hopefully I can make it AGAIN without people spamming rps!)

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon smiled as she turned in a slow circle, observing the fleeting clouds and the open sky. The way weather changed so quickly in the Interior was unbelievable at times.

Looking back at the medicine cave where Petalroot currently sorted items, she felt at peace, like everything was right with the world.

(I was about to say who was Silverstream, then I remembered!! XD)

Echolake looked around trying to spot the medicine mare that had flown up to her and help her with her wound, but couldn't seem to spot her, so she kept a hold of Woodwind with her wing to help balance her as they walked to try and find the mare that she was looking for.

Silverstream: She grazed in the meadow as her young filly played with the other foals

Echolake landed as gently as she could, but two of her legs gave out, but thankfullt Woody was there to catch her, "Thanks Woody." she said nuzzling him kindly as they walked towards one of the medicine mares.

Silverstream: She stood up and smiled. "Thank you" She said with a bright smile and walked out of the cave with her wing over her filly.

Rainmist: She landed and gave a sigh of relief

Whitefall:

Whitefall dived down after Eaglefire, but landed away from him. He watched as Eaglefire observed the surrounding damage, so Whitefall decided to do the same.

Woodwind landed right before Echolake did, though he had to catch her cause she almost fell over, “yes let’s get you to the medicine mare now.” He nickered to her and put his wing around her back to make sure that she didn’t fall.

Eaglefire:

He smiled and exhaled in relief. The herd of crowding pegasi could finally lan and Eaglefire would rest his wings. He arched his wings and glided down towards land, flicking his ears cautiously to make sure the tornado was actually gone. Once he was satisfied that it had died, he landed roughly onto the ripped up grass.

He looked around, observing the damage. A few trees were blown over and the grazing lands were pretty much non-existent from the harsh winds, but other than that, it was very minimal.

Petalroot:

Petalroot peeked outside of the cave, brushing past Dewmoon. Smiling, she turned to Sunstreak and Silverstream. “You’re free to go my lovelies! The tornado is gone,” she snorted.

Woodwind, "Let's get you to a medicine mare Lake." he nickered looking over at her and started to glide towards the ground.

Echolake, "Hey! Wait up!!" she nickered to him loudly and then raced after him.

Stonewing:

Stonewing watched the ground below for around ten minutes when he decided that it was finally safe to return home. The restlessness of the pegasi to return had been on his mind in the duration of the ten minutes, and he was happy to announce, “We can now return home, the twister should not come back.”

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon flicked her ears backwards towards the entrance of the cave. “Do you all hear it?” She whispered.

Petalroot lifted her head, flicking her ears towards the entrance. “Hear what, my dear?”

A smile graced Dewmoon’s face as she whispered, out of breath, “It’s silence. The tornado: it’s gone!”

( Nvm I’m here, phone power XD )

my background has always been gray wood... I like it!! XD))

( Oh jeez it’s back to normal now what the heck... And, no, this wood was different.... It all went weird, the text went black... GHOSTS XDDDDDD )

( Anyways, sorry, gtg feed horses and get dinner. Prob be back in an hour or so, sorry! )

( A gray... wooden background? This is like the old/old new version of the MB! )

( woah... Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing rn? )

Stonewing:

“I know this,“ he muttered as he watched the winds magically disperse. ”We are going to wait a few more minutes in case another one starts,” he ordered, keeping a trained eye on the ground below for the medicine mare.

Rainfire:

He looked at the dissapearing tornado. He flew up to Stonewing. "There is surprisingly not much damage sir. It's safe to come down. Seems the land has adapted to this Weather."

The only reason why I made a RP is because we only had TGH RPs and no ROTR Rps, so I made one for that! plus there is only four of them, so there isn't that many!))

Woodwind looked around the place as the tornado cleared up, he looked over at Echolake, "I will help get you to the medicine mare," he said to her, nudging her gently with his wing tip.

Echolake, "Alright Woody!" she nickered to him happily.

Rainmist: She wondered if it was safe to land yet. She decided it was safer to wait until the captains said it was clear

(omg. As soon as I make one RP because there is only one going on people start spamming roleplays. I literally said in the character page that this was only because there was one going on and that i didn't want people to spam rps and here we are with all rps >:( ) Rainfire:

The tornado started to clear and he along with a few of the fellow captains went down first inspecting the damage. Most life here had adapted to the tornadoes so most of the land was stable and looked untouched. There were a few up-rooted trees and shrubs here and there but it looked great given the circumstances.m

Silverstream: She nodded glumly. If her filly never learned to fly then she is at a higher risk of danger

Petalroot:

Petalroot glanced at Sunstreak, biting her lip. It seemed to be a common thing between Petalroot and Dewmoon, the lip biting. She turned back to Silverstream, perturbed. “Well, it is not impossible, just unlikely. It would take a lot of time, practice, and the strengthening of her smaller wing. Strengthening of both of her wings, for that matter,” Petalroot snorted sullenly.

Petalroot sighed, unsure. “I haven’t gone into depth with her inspections, but I may be able to figure out something with the help of Amberroot and the other medicine mares,” she whispered.

Silverstream: "Thank you" She looked back at her filly. "Will Sunstreak ever fly?" She asked in a small enough voice that the filly could not hear

Petalroot:

Petalroot smiled. “Not long at all, dear. You simply have tattered flight feathers, but they will heal or grow back within a week or so. I would recommend flapping your wings on the ground, though, so you don’t lose any muscle tolerance right now. Not being able to fly for a week and immediately flying right after you’ve healed will leave you sore and miserable,” Petalroot instructed.

Silverstream: She looked toward Petalrooot. "When will I fly again?" She asked the mare

Woodwind looked down at the tornado and then at the ground, and how everything sorta waved up at them, things tearing out of the ground, it would be cool to watch, but only if it didn't hurt as much things as it did.

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon nodded with a hungry smile. "The whirlpools are ancient to Anok, and are to be respected by all. Or else..." She trailed off with a short of shrug.

Whitefall:

Whitefall nodded, keeping himself aloft. The air suddenly became colder, and he relished in it. It reminded him a lot of Boulder Herd.

Eaglefire:

He noticed Whitefall's intrigue with the tornado, but once the stallion looked back to his trainer, Eaglefire dropped the topic. "At ease, Whitefall. I admire your tenacity, but there is a time to take action and a time to rest. Now is a time for the second option." He mumbled, arching his neck and occasionally flapping his wings to keep altitude.

Sunstreak: Her eyes widened. "Really!"

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon hadn’t realized this filly hadn’t heard of a whirlpool. She bit her lip again, and then smiled, burning with a story. “Yes, a whirlpool. They live in the sea, usually quite calm and tranquil. Only when something upsets them do they decide that they must make themselves known.

“The most often occurrence is when a misbehaving foal plays in their waters,” she said with a normal voice. Although, in the current cacophony outside, it gave the essence of a whisper. “They open their mouths, and suck in everything above them, including their own waters. The things they take are never seen again.” She was happy with her story.

Sunstreak: "Whirlpool?" She asked

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon nodded, and then turned to Sunstreak. She bit her lip, thinking. “It is a natural phenomenon, and occurs quite often here, in the Interior. Some call it a tornado, others call it a twister. I like to think of it as a whirlpool, but on land, and with wind,” she snorted.

Silverstream: She looked at her filly and then to Dewmoon. "Can you tell her?" She asked

Whitefall:

Whitefall watched the twister below, intrigued by its shape and size. Something so strange and natural deserved to be respected. Magic, he thought immediately. Something as strange as this had to be magic. Whitefall continued to watch the land below, how the trees danced and the grass rippled excitingly. Even from this height he could see how the tall grass waved up at them. For a moment, he wished the twister would never stop this festival of waves.

He shook himself out, putting his moment of delight to rest as he looked back to Eaglefire, ready for any commands.

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon bit her lip, glancing to the filly’s mother. Dewmoon wasn’t sure if she should tell the truth, or make is something not completely terrifying.

Sunstreak: She tilted her head. "What was that hug (Huge) fing (Thing) out there?" She asked with a sweet tone only a foal could muster

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon smiled. The filly’s happiness in such a dark situation made the mare’s hope spark with life.

Sunstreak:

She giggled. "That tickles!" She nickered

Petalroot:

Petalroot sighed and continued her delicate work on Silverstream. She smoothed a silky, thick cream over her cuts on her flanks. “This should prevent infections after we cleaned out the cuts. They should also help seal them back together stronger than before. A few will leave scarring, but not enough that it will need life-long treatment,” she snorted, trotting over to quickly douse her feathers in some water to prevent the cream from staying on her feathers.

She turned back around and sighed. She looked to Dewmoon, and then jerked her head towards the little filly. Dewmoon understood quickly, and then gently inspected the filly for wounds or damage in a very subtle way.

Silverstream: She nodded and then looked at her wounds and realized how muck she was hurting again. She walked to where she was lying before and lied down so she could heal again