pafp Everglow | Sharing Tongues

[Cloudedsky]

( ♬ ) Winding down after a long day had been much needed to the tunneler. Cloudedsky had been keeping herself busy within the crawlspace if the tunnels, and now that the sun begins to set—she will, as well. Thr sky is adorned with vibrant hues of scarlet and orange, golden light dimming as the last of rays kissed the very peak of mountains that they reside near. She saunters throughout the camp, belly full and eyes growing more heavy by the minute. Aching paws carry her to a familiar figure, cloaked in monochrome tones and equally vibrant irises as her own. The future heir of WindClan and sire of Scorchstreak's kits; Badgermoon.
She weaves in between a pair of warriors, feathered whisps riding against a breeze that billows and with it, bringing a much needed coolness that spared her a moment of the sun's incessant heat. Albeit older than she was, she had found a friend in the deputy. His warmth was welcoming to bask in, to hear of his day or the tales of his kit's growing by the day. He was a peer, one of which she respected highly and she admired him. A strong gale of wind, just as her own mother—but with a certain warmth that she could not place. "Badgermoon." A trill passes over pink lips, dipping her head in a greeting to the tom. "Mind if I sit here with you?" She awaits his answer, then soon comes to lay next to him. "How has—well, everything been? We haven't spoken in a while." As she speaks, a tufted piece of obsidian fur catches her eye behind the deputy's shoulders. Whether or not he answers her question right away, she would aim to rasp a blushed tongue over the ruffled spot of his pelt in order to smooth it down.

Please wait for @Badgermoon :3
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( You should see me in a crown ; I'm gonna run this nothing town )

 

[Badgermoon]

It was good that Cloudedsky was fond of Badgermoon, for he was fond of her, and considered her a good friend. Though he was older, and technically higher-ranking, they felt like equals - perhaps because of her intelligence and good nature, or simply because she was a good conversationalist. No matter what it was, it meant he was glad to see her, his white-tipped ears flicking up as a grin spread across his face. "Please, sit." he said, shifting slightly to one side, the better for her to settle beside him. If she had spent her day laboring hard in the tunnels, he had spent his toiling aboveground; though separate, their duties kept them busy, always in the service of WindClan. It was a pleasant thought, to dwell on the pieces of the whole which made the Clan run smoothly, kept them fed and safe. Not for the first time, the bicolor tom felt a surge of gratitude in his chest.

Cloudedsky's tongue found a rogue tuft of fur, and he in turn began grooming one of the younger warrior's forelegs, making a noise of mock exasperation at the dirt and dust tangled there. "You tunnelers are always such a mess." he said, though in such a playful tone it was clear it meant nothing negative. Badgermoon considered her question for a few moments before answering, his whiskers twitching thoughtfully. "Well, I think." he said truthfully. "My - that is, Scorchstreak and I's - kits are apprentices, now. Snakehiss was promoted, so I'm - I have the good fortune of getting to mentor my daughter." he was unmistakably proud as he spoke, his dark tail lashing happily. "And I'm excited about the tunneler project...I think it might be quite revolutionary for WindClan's relationship with RiverClan." he paused, pink nose crinkling as he accidentally swallowed a fleck of dirt; then he coughed and continued, "And what about you, O-stalker-within-the-earth? How are you?"​

 

[Robinfang]

The toms white maw was working on his own fur when he overheard the two talking. He made his way over, sitting to the side of Cloudedsky as to help the tunneler get all of the kinks and swirling knots out of her fur. "Do you mind if I help, Cloudedsky? You're quite, uhm, dirty." A smile, a small turn of his head to convey friendliness.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​