tunnels FALSE CONFIDENCE + intro

[Beepaw]

The sounds of fighting have stilled, for now. They haven't been able to see much, hidden away behind the bend of a caved-in tunnel, but the slowly dimming light tells Cloverkit that nighttime is approaching on rapid paws. Cloverkit and Ryekit had been told to hide until night fell or until Mocking-grin came to fetch them; it looked like the former would happen first. Surely peering out into the frozen moors could be safe in the quiet now, right?

"I'm gonna check if it's safe." He tells his littermate, inching out from behind the bend in the burrow. Cloverkit peers out of her hiding place, ears pricked, breaths coming small and nervous, little puffs of white mist in the dim. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, it immediately brings him muzzle-to-muzzle with a complete stranger. Oh no! A rogue! Surprise blows orange eyes wide as he recoils, a shrill shriek in place of where the kitten had just been as he retreats into the tunnel.

// please wait for @Marmotbite. & this takes place just after the loyalists were run out!​

 

[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 14 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Somehow, despite everything, marmotbite does not mind the tunnels. She'd watched dirt and stone rain down on her patrol, felt them slam into her small figure, felt paw twist unde the burden of her weight - andyet, just knowing that it had lead to freedom, to her escape?

Well, she's certainly not switching jobs any time soon. The small feline is light on her paws as she picks her way over to the tunnels - bright eyed and ready to start todays patrols despite her blank-faced expression. Pep in her step in only the way love can do, she hardly looks where she's going as she darts into todays path - only to let out a shrill shriek as cold nose brushes against something.

Really, whatever poor creature she'd come face to face with is lucky that jaws didn't snap on instinct - she's bitten enough of her clanmates it wouldn't have been a surprise. But no, this time flight wins out over fight, paws scrambling backwards as she hauls herself tail-first out into the sunlight; wide-eyed and bushy tailed. "What on starclans green earth- th-there was somethin' in there!" She snaps, pelt twitching furiously as though she's been doused with ants.

Should she go back in? See what it was? ... she's not sure she wants to.

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T H E R E S ━ A ━ D O G ━ I N ━ Y O U R ━ H E A R T

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// marm is very dumb and didn't notice it's a kitten, feel free to have y/c roast her for being scared

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ When Marmotbite comes scrambling out from inside of a tunnel, Scorchstreak is there to witness it. Her red-striped hackles bristle when the other comes out looking panicked—golden eyes narrow to slits, and after a single heartbeat spent assessing the situation, the calico ducks into the tunnel herself. Whatever’s frightened Marmotbite badly enough to send her scrambling to the surface, Scorchstreak will kill it. Be it a surprised hare or angry badger, she’s killed each of them before. She is not afraid. But when she takes a moment to scent the air around her, the tunneler is taken aback; the only thing she can smell is that of WindClan. Is one of the tunneler’s who’d fought for Sootstar hiding out down here, waiting for their chance to attack? Dark claws slide from their sheaths, prepared for a fight.

She turns the corner, expecting a foe of some sort. But what she spots instead, in the darkness, are two small shapes. Kits, she thinks, as she squints at them. Her hackles flatten, tension leaving her dappled figure at once. "Well, hello there. What are you doing down here? Are you lost?" Or did your parents leave you behind when they fled, like the rabbit-hearts that they are? Either way, Scorchstreak is reminded of the two kits she’d helped shepherd back to their home not too long ago, and her expression softens. "Are you hungry? If you follow me, I can take you to get something to eat." Despite having had two litters of her own, the calico is unsure of how to convince kits to do anything. If she is too harsh, then she risks them running off, but if she is too lenient, then she risks the same thing. No matter what these kits do, though, she’s going to cuff that beetle-brained Marmotbite upside the ear when she next gets the chance.​

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw is not a tunnel fan... obviously, but she minds them way less when they're an avenue for her to be nosy. She sees Marmotbite back out of them, looking startled, and tilts her head. When Scorchtreak goes into see, um, obviously, Pinkpaw wants to see too! Pinkpaw's not scared of shadow tunnel monsters anymore... She's seen real monsters, like Sootstar and her ugly cats... Now Pinkpaw could crawl through the tunnels without the fear of being eaten... though not without the fear of being covered in bugs... They'd crawl over Scorchstreak first, at least... Probably. Was that how it worked?

" Who is it? " Pinkpaw asks, seeing nothing but darkness. New, mystery cats? What if they were evil mystery cats? ... Scorchstreak was usually good at telling good guys from bad guys, though... " I'm hungry, " she remarks. She misses the fat barn mice... Nothing else about that icky place, though. " Why does the mystery cat get to eat before me? "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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