tunnels I LET IT TEAR ME DOWN ✧･ﾟ:* PROMPT

[BLUEFROST]

Beneath the earth, she finds sanctuary. Above her, the moor is ablaze, hot and suffocating, the air smoke-drenched, the grasses razed and blackened. Though it’s noticeably hotter in the tunnels below, she finds solace in the darkness. She leads no patrol, though she can hear other tunnelers in the network of trails near her. Bluefrost tastes the air, lets the soil-scent coat her tongue. The tunnel she ambles toward is noticeably weaker-walled; she sniffs with disdain, imagining Twoleg machinery clawing through the earth and destroying StarClan-designated work.

“Foolish creatures,” she rasps to herself, extending her claws and sifting them through clay. Here, alone, she can almost feel her heart beating in her ears. The darkness behind her seems infinite, yawning, threatening to swallow her up.

In her mind, the shadows twist and morph into a ragged gray pelt, half-deteriorated with rot. Black pits replace the green eyes she’d inherited—a mouth filled with cracked and sharpened teeth snaps at her heels. Bluefrost quivers, telling herself to stop being foolish, to concentrate on her work. The tunnel needs shoring up, she knows, and she should be used to staying here in the dark alone.

Dreams cannot hurt me, she tells herself. She cannot hurt me.

Bluefrost lifts a paw and packs earth around the side of the crumbling tunnel wall. The movement is gentle, but it’s too much for a tunnel made insecure by Twoleg trenches. Earth detaches itself and begins to fall toward her, earth sweeping in her direction. “No,” she hisses, backing away just in time to prevent being buried alive.

The light is out now.

She is alone—there is soil clogging the exit in front of her, and behind her, she swears she can hear breathing.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: The tunnels have been your life. Following in your mother's path, being trained by her — nearly being killed by her. The twolegs have been digging trenches, and it's important that we check them out and ensure that they're clear, should the worst come. But unfortunately, it's made a few of the ones closest to their digging a little unstable.
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The snowy-white tunneler doesn’t know much about twolegs, or of their odd mannerisms. They do strange things and are highly dangerous. And the twolegs are very bad at digging, causing some of the tunnels near the borders to be weakened. Webthorn takes them out to simply check on one of the tunnels, though the older WindClanner tells them many times to merely look and not touch yet. But when the sound of dirt collapsing and caving in reaches their ears, their mentor takes off in one direction and Blizzardpaw in the other. They do not know where they end up, exactly, but a familiar figure stands not too far from them, clearly rattled from the incident.

Bluefrost is, of course, not alone—standing a few tail-lengths behind her, draped in darkness and with hackles fully raised with fright, stands Blizzardpaw. The apprentice is still as a mouse beneath a skilled hunter’s paw, its only movement the slow rise and fall of its flanks as it attempts to breathe through the panic. When they move at last, it is upon carefully placed paws, doing their best not to disturb any more dirt than they have to. The exit that she must have come in through is blocked, but they are more concerned with the older tunneler’s state than they are with the integrity of the tunnel itself. "Bluefrost?" They question, their voice hardly audible even in the silence of the tunnel. "Are you… okay?"​

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