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༄༄ The meeting had ended earlier in the day, long enough ago that Scorchstreak has moved past it, for the most part. Sunstar had not spoken up in her defense against Sootspot’s disrespect, a fact that irks her—but she does not need the leader to speak for her. She has endured far worse in the past, has endured sneers and insults from both friend and foe. She will not allow herself to be unsettled by the ex-leader’s kit with an overblown ego. Nothing that Sootspot says matters—in the end, the truth is in their positions. She, a lead warrior just as capable as she’s always been, and he, a distrusted former traitor with no claim to power. Besides, the clan knows her skills, and should understand that they will not fade from two months spent away from her tunnels. She was born in the tunnels, after all; she knows them better than she knows the tops of her own paws, better than she knows the new scars that cross her chest. His remarks about her being somehow incapable of doing her job are borne of petty jealousy, not any sort of truth, and the calico trusts that this will be clear to any WindClanner who is still sound of mind.
Slinking through the tunnels feels just as it always has, though a lingering irritation rests in the bristling of her hackles. The tunnels are not quite in a state of disrepair, but debris lies scattered across the floor of the tunnel. Their efforts in cleaning and repairing the tunnel system have been slow, but after today, they will have made more progress. "This is such a mess," she hisses to the tunnelers behind her, tail whipping with irritation. Disgraceful. She flicks her tail, though she knows that none of the others can see it in the pitch black of the tunnels. "The badger’s den we dug through is just up ahead. Be cautious—it may have returned while we were gone, and even if it didn’t, we need to ensure that the den is still structurally sound." She cannot detect the creature anywhere, but it is better to be cautious than to rush headfirst into the waiting claws of a badger. Dappled paws carry her into the open cavern of the den, and when no badger-scent reaches her nose she turns to speak to the others. "It’s not here. Check the walls, pack them in if needed. The last thing we need is to collapse the tunnel." It would not be a loss, entirely, if certain cats on their patrol were to perish, at least.
// @PINKPAW @SOOTSPOT NOT a pafp, feel free to post before !
Slinking through the tunnels feels just as it always has, though a lingering irritation rests in the bristling of her hackles. The tunnels are not quite in a state of disrepair, but debris lies scattered across the floor of the tunnel. Their efforts in cleaning and repairing the tunnel system have been slow, but after today, they will have made more progress. "This is such a mess," she hisses to the tunnelers behind her, tail whipping with irritation. Disgraceful. She flicks her tail, though she knows that none of the others can see it in the pitch black of the tunnels. "The badger’s den we dug through is just up ahead. Be cautious—it may have returned while we were gone, and even if it didn’t, we need to ensure that the den is still structurally sound." She cannot detect the creature anywhere, but it is better to be cautious than to rush headfirst into the waiting claws of a badger. Dappled paws carry her into the open cavern of the den, and when no badger-scent reaches her nose she turns to speak to the others. "It’s not here. Check the walls, pack them in if needed. The last thing we need is to collapse the tunnel." It would not be a loss, entirely, if certain cats on their patrol were to perish, at least.
// @PINKPAW @SOOTSPOT NOT a pafp, feel free to post before !