- Feb 11, 2023
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The pressure of the tunnels all around him as made for a soothing silence. Above him, the rustling of wind. Below him, the stirring of his paws– in between, his own breathing, but nothing else. There is no racing heart, no tired aching. For once, the tortoiseshell's body is lax and loose. Though his eyes are unfocused as always, there is no pained scrunching to their corners. He stares off into the darkness some distance above his new apprentice's head, and does nothing. They had been here a few minutes already, and so he rests a few minutes more, allowing the soft youth to adjust. Other kind souls had tried to explain to Ambertail what she looked like. A cloud, some had offered, or the way that a rabbit's pelt feels. Colors meant nothing, and he has spent so long beneath the earth that clouds mean nothing. But a pelt, that he can imagine. She struggled to sit beneath the sun. That's just fine: he didn't care for it much either, aside from basking in warmth.
At least she would be well-suited here.
A short moment more, and finally the blind tom opens his mouth. Quietly, he rasps, "We will go no deeper than this today. Tell me, what did you see, as you sat there?" It is suffocatingly dark, in these burrows. They have gone only so far as to promise no traces of light remain for Whitepaw to feel on her pelt, or make sense of with her eyes. There is nothing, and he knows it. Still, though, he asks.
At least she would be well-suited here.
A short moment more, and finally the blind tom opens his mouth. Quietly, he rasps, "We will go no deeper than this today. Tell me, what did you see, as you sat there?" It is suffocatingly dark, in these burrows. They have gone only so far as to promise no traces of light remain for Whitepaw to feel on her pelt, or make sense of with her eyes. There is nothing, and he knows it. Still, though, he asks.
- ooc: please wait for @whitepaw !!
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──── 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"