- Nov 22, 2022
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♢♢ THE BEST MISTAKE YOU EVER MADE ♢♢
marmotbite & 13 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler apprentice
marmotbite & 13 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler apprentice
With all that has passed, it' a releif to be back in the tunnels once more - the familiar darkness a soothing balm to her soul. She's never been the most social ca - the most moral, but even she has begun to question things, To wonder what it might've been like, had she been in camp when things had gone down. What choice she would've made in the moment.
Paws works hard, scraping and digging away as they work to widen out a newly discovered path - teeth pulling and plucking away at roots that get in her way. It's absent minded work, mind numbingly so - until she feels a sudden change. Dust flutters downwards as she feels the earth shift, and for a moment she freezes in fear. It's unsafe - the tunnel too close to giving way.
She should say something - should warn the others. But...
Its nightmarface's fault really - leaving the girl with such ideas. Or maybe it's sootstars, such similar scenarios coming to mind at once. Perhaps a moon ago - maybe even less, such actions would be unthinkable. Sootstar had always been a symbol of power to her after all - of survival, of godliness. Untouchable - unkillable. She'd seen her rise from the dead, like the reaper themselves.
But marmotbite has had far too much time to think.
Has had far too much time to feel.
She can still remember it even now - those days she'd spent with her family. As 'girl' - as 'sister', as 'daughter', as 'you'. As her. There had been no need for names because she'd already known she was loved. The result of the perfect union between two cats who'd once been strangers; and all the cats who'd come before them. She does not know where they may have ended up - or why she'd been left behind. But she remembers the lessens they'd taught her well.
And now - it matters not to her that it is not the safe choice, that she is risking her life. That she may become the biggest fool of all - might actually die, wasting her precious life. She is tired - so very tired of this. No, it is not sootstars grey furred figure that takes the form of goddess in her mind, not anymore. There is another - one with burning amber gaze that refuses to leave minds eye, brilliantly blue fur bathed in red.
And so she does not call out warning - does not care even for those who may wind up as collateral. Instead paws move swiftly, pulling, tugging, scrabbling at the crumbling surface, until roots and rocks give way; working alongside the others. but she is taught and tense, side-eying the path she knows even in the pitch-black she must take. And as dirt and soil finally begins to rain down on her, she feels not fear but exhilaration - the joy of taking her life into her own paws.
She wastes no further time, throwing herself down one of the nearby gaps even as the world begins to collapse around her, paws carrying her swiftly to safety. She spares only a moment to look back before she flees - wondering if the others will be so lucky.
She's not sure she cares.
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Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
ooc: please refrain from having loyalist characters follow marmotbite, however anyone else is allowed to see which tunnel she takes or follow her if you wish. she has decided to take advantage of the dangerous situation and attempt to flee windclan with most characters assuming her dead/missing
tw/cw: —
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— physically medium && mentally medium
— non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
— please attack using [b][color=#9ab973]action here[/color][/b] and tag account