camp I been running from it - Intro, Camp

[>Twigwhisper]

(=〃ﻌ〃=)ﾉ — Newleaf has arrived to bless the lands of the moor. The sky that had formerly been shrouded in nothing but dreary grey clouds and bitterness now expressed a happy blue with only a few pieces of cotton dotting across the heavens. With this more work is available for many, the medicinal cats are now able to seek out their herbs, the moor runners can now properly hunt and the tunnlers.. can now thoroughly clean up the tunnels. Twigwhisper didn't mind the task that many seemed to loathe, claiming it to be mere apprentice work. It was peaceful once the patrol split off into their own sections. It was only moments like the present that he dreaded. Weary, amber eyes were focused on the other tunnlers going back and forth over what areas they had to get done first. It was mind-numbing to listen to the rabbles. "Gu-G-Guys.." He'd begin in his soft-spoken voice, but not an ear was twitched in his direction. Again the tabby would try to speak; "Guys, gu- Mnnn.." He gave up, his words fading to a mere grumble with pressed lips. The tom's gaze would flicker back and forth from the present speakers holding the attention of others, whereas he lacked to gain any. With a frown he'd turn his head away and sit back on his hunches, they'd be here until the sun set. Mockingly he'd start moving his maw to mimic the present speaker, adding a scrunch of frustration to his nose and rocking his head side to side with each word.
(Open to anyone to be any part <3) — tags​

 

[heathermoon !!]

This wouldn't be Heatherpaw's first time shoveling debris and clearing blockages in the tunnels. Of course that had been the foundation that begun his training, learning how to get familiar with the formation of tunnels. Becoming familiar with navigating in the dark before anything else. Today's tasks were like a breeze to the red tabby as his paws pushed and filed all the material in neat piles. The droning of the other warriors conversations helped let him zone out during their work, getting lost in the mirage of his own thoughts. Each step and action in a single march like a row of ants.

It wasn't until he noticed an ant- warrior- had defected from the row. Heatherpaw glanced up from his tilling to see what Twigwhisper was up to, and a mischievous smirk lifted his features. "That's a quick trip to elder duty." He muttered under his breath in amusement, flicking the dirt off his paws while keeping Twigwhisper in his sights.​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ RED MACKEREL TABBY ✦ 7 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[Doverunner.]

"I'm just saying, maybe if we separated our patrols out more and ensured after every patrol to just pick up after ourselves, we wouldn't have to clear out so much stuff!" Doverunner argued back with another Tunneler, tail lashing in childish annoyance as she rolled her eyes, rolling her pile under paws. It was ridiculous! She had plans after this to go hang-out with some other cats, but of course she'd been stuck cleaning this time! The time of her plans had already come and gone and, because nobody actually wanted to do this and kept bickering, she knew she may aswell kiss the rest of her day away! "I mean, I try to keep the tunnels I use clean! It's courteous to ensure the next patrol has a clear way to walk, but if you like wasting your day doing nothing but cleaning up after yourself all the time, fine!" She huffed out, clearly a bit irritated by the situation as she made a face, shaking her paw as it dipped into a mysterious texture she really didn't want to check.

A voice catches her attention and Doverunner's head turns to see Twigwhisper mocking someone and Heatherpaw smirking at the other. Quickly, upon seeing the humorous display, she couldn't help giggling softly, that usual glimmer returning to her eyes of joyfulness. Doverunner lifted her paw, hiding it behind her chest from the others except Twigwhisper and Heatherpaw, using it to mimic someone talking as she made a silly face, tail curling behind her in joy. Just because the job sucked, doesn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun, she just had to remind herself about that.
"speech"​

 

[AMBERTAIL]

"Your plan would work if the winds cared at all to clean up their mess." Why was Ambertail on cleaning duty? It seemed as if they were begging for the tunneler to wind up in the medicine den– feeling out pieces of debris with tentative paws, waiting for something to prick terribly to the sensitive pads, he is already in a poor enough mood. Doverunner's protests certainly do not improve the tiny tom's mood. "Or the rabbits, and all else that traverses these tunnels at their pleasure." There is a dullness to his voice that never seems to fade away in the company of their clanmates. Certainly not now, as he goes about his work with a dull mechanical motion after another. At least he was antisocial enough not to care for his time with friends.

"Whitepaw? Be careful ahead, I can hear..." Laughter. That is not what he had intended. His ears flick, and sightless eyes scan back towards the remainder of the patrol as the giggling seems to grow and scatter. Whatever had caused it is clearly unseen, and Ambertail briefly panics. Was the laughter directed at him? Did he have something in his fur? Though he cared little for his appearance, the laughter of others was not a pleasant feeling. "What are you laughing at? What has come over you all?"

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: @whitepaw apprentice tag!!
• ──── ambertail. tunneler of windclan. nb, he or they.
  ──── adult, though precise age unlabeled as of now.
  ──── sexuality unknown. a strange windclan cryptid.
  
  ──── a tiny, yet proportionally long-limbed tortoiseshell with unfocused amber eyes. though they retain their color, ambertail is blind. those who don't know as much may be confused, and will certainly be met with dry responses from the tunneler himself.
• "speech"

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[whitedawn]

While her disgruntled mentor wasn't in the mood for cleaning, Whitepaw couldn't say she hated the chore of cleaning. Sure it did get repetitive at times but in a way, it was calming. Of course, that's if you didn't count Whitepaw's penchant for looking out for her mentor. Naturally, Ambertail has been doing this for many moons prior to her and clearly knows his way around in his own manner of things. However, in some interactions, her mentor can be rather unaware, at least when some cases the sense of sight would be notably beneficial. Such as now, where she had been following quietly as she listened to Ambertail bicker with Doverunner, watching the other tunnelers with a soft expression. However, her eyes narrowed as she noticed Twigbranch and the others begin to mock another feline, with giggles and laughter emerging. In any other case, perhaps she could see the humor. However, in the current moment, it felt like the poor feline being mocked was her own mentor, who was unaware of the current antics beyond the laughter that reached his ears. Rose-hued eyes narrowed and she stared sharply at those laughing, a silent hiss spilling from her maw.​

[I'M BREATHING]​