CHINA TOWN'S NOT VERY FAR [ *ೃ༄ ] GRASSPAW

[Mossthorn]

Mossthorn knows that a cats first time in the tunnels can be.. well.. intimidating. For her, it had been easy, natural even, but when she had been nothing more than a youth taking those first steps into the dark unknown she had been braver than most. The bravest of her litter, her ma used to say! She likes to think that that's true, even now. You won't find a cat more willing to throw herself headfirst into the fray, to run towards the source of chaos rather than away from it. The tunnels had felt like an old friend, the smell of earth and the unnatural cold even in the hottest days of green-leaf a comfort rather than something that unsettled her the way it would most. She lingers at the entrance of the tunnel though, looking at her new charge, regarding him, judging what his reaction would be. "Are you ready?" she asks, not wanting to force him if he was afraid but she would not coddle him. If he was not ready now he would have to be sometime today, they could not put it off forever especially if his paws did indeed take him down this path, the path of a tunneler.

It was not easy, to face ones fears, but Mossthorn would be here to help, if necessary.

Once Grasspaw jumped over this first hurdle, she could show him the underbelly of their territory, the tunnels that led them safely to each landmark, how to navigate down here under the earth and softly rolling hills. It would be so easy for an untrained cat to get lost down here, but with guidance he would one day be running through these tunnels like there was a map ingrained in the back of his paw. Mossthorn would ensure it.

// @Grasspaw

( .ೃ࿐ ) watch what happens next

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ He was supposed to go in there? Into the dark? Grasspaw was not keen on that idea. He knew he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. It's not like he could've been a moor runner anyway. But even still... "Do I have to?" he whined, shuffling his paws nervously. The look she gave him was enough to spur him forward, albeit sheepishly. The fawn tabby edged close to the entrance of the tunnel, sticking his head in. "Smells weird in there," he mewed.

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 6 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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