Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Bill Nye tramps through a marsh, gritting his teeth uncomfortably as he sinks into mud. He holds his chin high, but he simply can't stop sinking. He glimpses firm ground only fox-lengths ahead, and he practically swims towards it.

Bill: *strange gasping noises* oooohhghhllblruble.

He steps forward onto the ground and immediately sneezes. Muddy, cold, and shivering, he collapses on the ground, thinking wistfully of the Clans in the desert. He soon falls asleep.

Condensationfur: what is he doing

Precipitationpaw: WAKE UP LONER!!!!!

Bill: *wakes up* oooglflubrigle. Who are you?

Wetface: Warriors of RainClan, of course! Come with us. You need to meet our leader.

They take him back to their camp through a misty, foggy, and drenched plain. Bill Nye can't see the sun for all the clouds, and streams of ever-flowing icy cold water run around their paws with every step.

Cyclestar: Welcome! I'm Cyclestar, leader of RainClan. Who are you?

Bill: Cold, wet, and shivering.

Cyclestar: *laughs* Well, you'll never get dry here! We like it to be always wet. Here, Evaporationcloud will show you around!

Evaporationcloud: he y

Bill: sooo what does RainClan do?

Evaporationcloud: Well, we study the rain cycle. First rain, in mist form, rises up to the sky and becomes clouds. The clouds are formed by heavy drops of water, and when the cloud can't hold the water back, rain falls.

Waterstripe: *walks up* Telling him about the rain cycle?

Evaporationcloud: Yeah, and we were just at your favorite part!

Waterstripe: Bill, this is the most important bit--

Bill: *stares* How did you know my name--

Waterstripe: --because this is where we get water. The rain falls and becomes streams, creeks, and rivers, and they lead into the ocean! Without rain, we would all be dead.

Snowtail: And rain can also take the form of snow, ice, hail, mist, fog, and many other things. When water freezes in the clouds, it produces snow, ice, and hail. And when the ground is warmer than the air, it creates mist and fog.

Cyclestar: Now go away. It's about to rain......*creepy smile* and you wouldn't want to be near us when it rains.

All the cats: *inch closer with evil smiles* It's about to raiiiiiiiiinnnnn.......

Bill: *runs very very fast away* BYEEEEE--

written by leopard who hates bill nye but was forced to write this bc rio

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