DIGGY DIGGY HOLE — open

[CLAYFUR]

In the depths of the territory, around a quiet bend of the river, the only sound that fills the air is the gentle swishing of a weeping willow’s branches. The tranquil atmosphere is disrupted, however, by pawfuls of dirt flying into the air every few seconds. Not far from the riverbank is a hole, almost as deep as the average warrior is tall, and only getting deeper. The sound of panting breaths can be heard as one gets closer, and if any cat were to step close enough, they would have quite the sight.

Inside the hole, hunched over and laser-focused, stands a fully-brown cat. Where usually white mars his striped pelt, there is no sign of it now. Dirt and mud coats his pelt from the top of his head to the top of his tail, caked in some places and merely sprinkled in others. His normally pristine paws are practically black with it, but the tom is grinning gleefully as he continues to dig, unaffected by the goings-on of the world around him.
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[ WHAT'S MY AGE AGAIN? ]​

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[koispots]

Clayfur is someone that Koi barely knows, I mean, most of them are, but he seems eccentric, excited to be himself. The patrol goes on without her as she stops to observe, quietly, wordlessly, head tilting in a strange fashion. He seems to be digging, well not seems to be, he is digging in to the earth, a hole that nearly encompasses him. She continues to watch, in strange awe, as he digs deeper and deeper. Its only for a few seconds until the near white molly moves to help him, still not speaking, pawing at the edges to help make it wider. She knows not of its purpose, but does know one thing, and that is to dig, dig, and keep digging.
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[DARKWHISKER]

Uncle Clayfur is weird, but that's what Darkpaw loves about him. It makes him funny, and Darkpaw gets to try new things that he might have never thought of if it wasn't for Uncle Clayfur; like digging a hole for seemingly no reason.

Darkpaw stumbles upon the sight alongside Koipaw, his whiskers twitching as he circles the sizeable hole that his uncle has dug out. Clayfur's breathing very heavily, which means that he's been working hard at digging... Darkpaw doesn't know why Clayfur is digging, but he wants to help, too!

Claws unsheathing, the chocolate-furred tom begins to scrape at the ground. "Why're we digging, Uncle Clayfur?" Darkpaw asks between the motions of scooping dirt. "Are we looking for worms?"​

 

[BUCKGAIT.]

MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ✧​

at first she thought a badger had wormed its way into the water territory. big beastly claws to escape into the gentle earth, she is slow and hesitant in her approach until she hears the gentle curiosity of darkpaw and the flashes of darkened wheat amongst the darker earth. koipaw joins in, both in complete and utter silence. the only sound aside from darkpaw is gentle breathing and the shifting of dirt. buck stands dumbfounded and speechless. it takes little time until darkpaw also joins the diggers, and buck is still standing still. confused, but seeing really no need to go against the current.
she is silent as she settles beside koipaw and aids in the younger's digging. clayfur is strange, usually comical, but this is entirely new. she hopes whatever he is searching for is entirely worth it.
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[SMOKESTAR]

Several moons prior and he might've questioned this but he was realizing how much he did not fully understand and even some things he did understand but was terribly foolish about. Sometimes, he was discovering, you just wanted to do something impulsive and while Clayfur may have had a goal or desire in mind when he set about loosening the earth with quick swipes of his paws, Smokethroat did not. He was just going to dig a hole.
Patrols were done, the freshkill was full and the sun was not out enough for a proper break at sunning rocks and he had nothing else to do for the day so why not just...do whatever this was. Would the hole serve a purpose? Would they gain anything from it? Was something buried beneath that might surprise them? Who knew. He didn't. The dark tom strode in not too far behind Buckgait, giving only a momentary pause as he listened to the very well put questions and inquiries from young Darkpaw that recieved not a single reply. So he also held his tongue, because he wasn't able to answer them.
Instead the shadow of a tom spilled over into the hole, moving just to the side of the two apprentices present to avoid kicking them with dirt (though he did not extend this same courtesy to Clayfur) and he simply began to dig in silence as well.

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[CLAYFUR]

A sense of calm has washed over Clayfur as he continues to dig. It’s a calming action, repetitive, and he almost doesn’t notice the mostly-white apprentice who joins in. Koipaw says nothing, but she digs alongside him, and he casts her a sidelong glance and a smile. She isn’t digging long before one of Clay’s nephews also begins to dig at the hole, and Darkpaw asks why they’re digging in the first place. Clay merely shrugs, shaking his head. He doesn’t know why he’s digging—only that he’s having a good time doing it. "If you find a worm, I wanna see it," he says, tipping his head to the side.

It surprises him that Buckgait, of all RiverClanners, decides to help dig as well; she doesn’t seem the type to participate in such pointless tasks. She stays quiet, though, and he stops paying attention for a few moments. He doesn’t even notice Smokethroat’s presence—until a spray of dirt suddenly smacks him in the face. Some of it gets into his mouth, and he spits it out loudly, sputtering at the taste of dirt on his tongue. He’s still for just a moment, then scoops out another pawful of dirt to toss directly at Smokethroat’s flank.
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[ WHAT'S MY AGE AGAIN? ]​

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