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Ambertail never seems to cease his work. Though the small cat would doze throughout the day and rise as many of his other clanmates begin to settle down, leaving their nestled camp with Whitepaw in tow, he is rarely asleep for long. She rests and sleeps while he drags his paws back beneath the...

He does not wish to see Scorchstreak leave. Though Ambertail could not pretend he was close to many others within this clan, the cat who he has been told shares his coloration and love of the tunnels both has gained his admiration over the moons. A good tunneler. One he could trust. Someone...

text "speech" OOC. — ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  AMBERTAIL. NONBINARY. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. TUNNELER OF WINDCLAN. MENTOR TO WHITEPAW. PENNED BY REVELATIONS. ——————— ——  a tiny, yet proportionally long-limbed tortoiseshell with unfocused amber eyes. though they retain their color, ambertail is blind. those...

Ambertail had not expected to go to battle. Unlike Lizardbounce, they do not mind it. Like with him, it was how things were– unlike him... they know that Sootstar was not wrong about him. The sky presses down, panic-filled. Shapes around him blur. The few times that he has sparred with his...

Quiet darkness– comfort. Ambertail knows it like nothing else. Away from the chaos of their lives and the danger that this world presents. Wrapped in his own dangers, his own worries. The small cat slinks about the tunnels a wraith. An unknown figure. A creature unimportant to the grand scheme...

Tunnelers did not fight the way that the moor-pawed ones did. They were underground, underneath, squirreled away. A tripped paw, a quick retreat– not the same. Ambertail had heard of the battle, though. They knew how poorly it had gone, and to hear Mintshade say her apprentice had done well...

They know immediately that they are no help in this situation. His own training of Whitepaw had taken him to this section of the tunnels, one that is typically easily passed through and well-fortified. Instead there are a mix of voices that echo and resonate. Combining. A branch? He hears...

It has left them anxious. Twitchy. Even beneath the earth, he can hear the wind howling. Can almost hear the promise of ShadowClan paws. Though Ambertail had not been at the battle, of course he had not, he knew what had happened. Knew what must happen next. It is good that Scorchstreak is with...

"Your plan would work if the winds cared at all to clean up their mess." Why was Ambertail on cleaning duty? It seemed as if they were begging for the tunneler to wind up in the medicine den– feeling out pieces of debris with tentative paws, waiting for something to prick terribly to the...

Why is my name Thriftkit? There is a sadness to that which Ambertail cannot make sense of. A sudden, prodding pain. He blinks uselessly, sightless eyes turned towards the sound of voices. They cannot quite picture what this cat was meant to look like. A time long ago, his sister had tried to...

The others speak and Ambertail is quiet. They do not wish to bond with the others. They do not wish to speak of what had happened to them, why they were here, what their memories beneath the dirt meant to the rest of them. Still he lingers, hunkered down amidst the others that converse. Their...

The pressure of the tunnels all around him as made for a soothing silence. Above him, the rustling of wind. Below him, the stirring of his paws– in between, his own breathing, but nothing else. There is no racing heart, no tired aching. For once, the tortoiseshell's body is lax and loose. Though...

Ambertail [⚥] - Warrior (TN); a small tortoiseshell with sightless amber eyes. @AMBERTAIL

It's raining. Pelting above his head, seeping into the dirt. He can feel the world around him begin to weaken, though whether that is the truth of this moment or a creation of his own growing panic, Ambertail could not say. All that mattered was that it presses down atop his head and he feels as...

Ambertail did not mourn Juniperfrost the way that the others did, but he knew of mourning, and of the loneliness that ensued. Even if he feels no sorrow for the molly or the cruel one that had lost his life before, there is an urge to share his advice. To cope with her, if nothing else– he...