Rain steady poured down, getting caught in the thick, vibrant green leaves that protected RainClan. Kits and young apprentices giggled and danced as they frolicked in the rain. A male warrior sang, strumming a banjo. A small group of warriors and apprentices stomped to the song.
"Ah, ah, when I was younger…., Nightsmoke sang, orange eyes shining with euphoric happiness and joy, as fat refreshing raindrops fell from the sky onto the raven-haired man's dark gray ears.
"…. ah, ah, should have known better." His younger sister sang, dark blue eyes shining with triumph as she received a nod of encouragement from her brother.
"And I can't feel no remorse…" Nightsmoke continued, his gaze sweeping over RainClan as they thanked the Spirits for giving them a reason to celebrate. A small smirk played on his lips as he heard excited gasps and 'Ohhhh's' from the kits gathered around Opalstar as she retold the story of the semi-nomadic Clans founding. The raven-haired man played and sang as he got lost in those faraway memories.
A tall, slender ginger haired male played a flowing melody on the piano, dark brown tail swaying to the envisioned, fully-finished, song.
"Oh…. Ophelia…you've been on my mind…girl…. like a drug, oh…Op—" he smirked as his bandmate hummed from behind him, tapping to the beat. Pencil tapped against notebook, pausing now then to write as the dark green-eyed Neko played.
"Hey, guys, I think we got somethin!" A female declared proudly. "Ummm...?" She broke off.
"'Ummm' what, Katie?" Wesley asked, turning from piano as Keith stopped playing.
"I'm just thinking…" The brown-haired girl said, "Why not start a Clan?"
"What, y'mean, like play outside and see who turns up…then, what…. convice 'em to join?" A sandy haired, pale green-eyed man asked, stopping his writing.
"Ya?" The orange-eyed girl confirmed shakily.
"Know what that sounds like?" The ginger-haired male asked, dark green eyes shadowed.
"What?"
"That crazy self-proclaimed 'God' who started a Cult."
"Oh…sorry, guys. Knew that sounded kind of familiar." The well-intentioned girl said, white-tipped brown ears hot with embarrassment.
"Its ok sis." Wesley assured.
"It was a good starter idea."
"So…. Plan 'B'?" The girl asked.
"We can only hope a fellow Two leg gets inspired by our songs….so much that they make a story primarily based on 'Ophelia'."
"What?" Katie and Keith asked, confused.
"This is a story written by a fan of our band."
"Oh…so…? She—they do this out of…."
"Inspiration." The tall, nimble man confirmed. "What was is, exactly?" He asked, looking skyward.
"You dancing in the rain in 'Ophelia'." The all-powerful author replied.
"Ah," Wesley said, purring in satisfaction, that'd been his favorite scene to film, "Thanks."
"Welcome." The all-powerful author said before fading away.
"Its thanks to those three talented ex-loners that we're all here." The white-haired young woman concluded, white, pale gray-tipped tail swaying in the rain and to the music.
Opalstar smirked fondly as a brown-furred, pale blue-eyed kit yawned.
"C'mon, you two," The leader stood from her smooth stone perch, "back to Raincloud."
"But we wanna hear another story." Mistkit protested white-tipped ears twitching as she rubbed her bleary eyes.
"Ya." Her brother, Stormkit chimed in, the dark gray-haired boy fighting to keep his large yellow eyes open.
"No, no, you two, its late. My sister will think I've kitnapped you." The leader joked as she herded the kits back to the nursery.
"Is it true RainClan's immortal?" Stormkit mumbled tiredly, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep where he stood after the exhausted, but fun day.
"Yes." Opalstar said, picking up the almost asleep boy.
The scent of freshly-fallen rain, Raincloud's natural scent, allowed the leader to find the dark gray-haired queen easily in the dimly-lit nursery. Her darker spots on her pale ears and tail made it look as if she were caught in a rainstorm.
"Thanks, were they too much trouble?" The pale blue-eyed girl.
"No." Opalstar said. After bidding her sister and her kits goodnight, she exited the hut and allowed herself to get lost in the wild, thrilling scent of rain as she joined in the dancing.