Crawling || Tunnel hunting patrol

[Wormtail]

It was awfully soggy in here because of all the snow that melted. Where once he would crawl along without a care, he was treading carefully, testing each step he took.

Wormtail knew better than to trust wet ground. It would betray you in a heartbeat with one wrong step, and he wasn't getting buried today.

"Alright, let's get to work! Keep an eye on the walls an' if anything looks too squishy an' soggy, don't test it. Put too much weight on it and ye might make it collapse." He said.

He didn't want to see a cat sink into the mud and get squished if the ground gave way. The tunnels were close and dark, and it would be difficult to help anyone if something happened.

((@NIGHTMAREFACE @icepaw @kingletcall @REDRUMBLE @rainpaw ))
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[NIGHTMAREFACE]

// So sorry for the late reply! I never got a notif from the tag!

Nightmareface plunges through the darkness, eyes of ice and molten gold peering about as if expecting to see anything. "This is disgusting," She mutters; the feeling of mud squishing between her toes is not a delightful one and she almost finds herself missing the dustiness of the dry tunnels. Long, whip-like tail lashes, seeking to touch her apprentice behind her to make sure she herself hasn't been swallowed by a pit of mud. "I can't keep an eye on anything!" The woman retorts to the leader of the patrol, although she's hardly trying to be argumentative. She's only complaining, after all.

She has yet to come upon even a hint of rabbit trail...the mud makes it difficult for any scent to be retained and the she-cat finds herself wrinkling her maw in distaste. Her one true skill and she'll likely return empty-pawed at this rate.​

 

[icebreath]

TAGS — Icepaw can't stand the feeling of the mud under her paws and between her toes. In fact, she's actively looking forward to wiping it off in the snow once the patrol's ready to head home — although the frigid weather above ground isn't nearly as alluring. It's certainly cold down in the tunnels, but it's far more tolerable than the moorland's biting wind. She stays relatively quiet despite the sentiment she shares with her mentor; Icepaw has no place to express it as an apprentice. Not in her mind, anyway. Her nose twitches as Nightmareface's tail brushes against it, taking a bit of comfort in the contact even though it tickles; a reminder of her physical presence is always reassuring in the gloomy depths of this labyrinth. "You good?" she murmurs to Rainpaw behind her, tossing her sister a quick glance over her shoulder. It's a useless gesture in the darkness, but it's reflexive.
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