tunnels if i didn't care — training

[AMBERTAIL]

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.

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: please wait for @whitepaw !!
• ──── 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]

When first learning that she would be a tunneler, Whitepaw was rather... neutral to the concept. At the time, being a mere kit, she didn't know much about tunneling, and couldn't decide at that moment if it was a life she would be happy with. Perhaps she still imagined being a moor runner, with the only difference being she would run and hunt across the moors during the hours of the night instead of the day. However, there was little point in thinking about the would've been, wasn't there? Now she was an apprentice under Ambertail, a cat she knew little about, aside from the few whispers of the feline being blind. It would be odd, but she could see herself adapting to it. Eventually. Traveling in the tunnels wasn't a horrible experience, it was peaceful, in fact. She still longed to return to the nursery, to the darkness that sheltered her from the sun. So truthfully, it was peaceful. Settling across from her new mentor, shrouded in the dark, away from the light. There was silence for a moment, and suddenly she was listening to her mentor's rasping voice. What did she see, was the question she had to answer. She remained quiet for a mere moment to look around. There wasn't anything, nothing noticeable really. She could spot the occasional stone speckled in the dirt, now that her rose-hued eyes have adjusted. "Nothing." Came to whispered answer, twitching her ears. She paused for a second before adding. "I see some stones in the walls, but, overall nothing..." She added softly, looking up at the tortoiseshell. ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw can hardly boast more knowledge than Whitepaw could - being apprenticed at the same time, the two tunnellers-to-be were more likely to be evenly matched with their wits. But that didn't mean Cottonpaw wouldn't act as if she knew more, traversing the caverns and tunnels with the confidence of a fully fledged tunneller. Icebreath shouldered most, if not all, of the fear that came with being beneath the ground (and unknowingly to the grey apprentice, having a charge to take care of on their own.) She is more often than not free to be with her childish wonder - only settling still long enough when lessons come to pass.

Whilst it's not her training session to listen upon, Cottonpaw is, as she always was, a sponge to soak up information. Whether Icebreath meant to continue their venture or not, the young girl would stop abruptly upon hearing Ambertail and Whitepaw. She diverts their course slightly, mrowing some sort of signal to her mentor that they should travel a different path. And it doesn't take long to find the two, tail twitching as she picks up her pace a bit. She leans forward, tapping her nose to Whitepaw's shoulder in a greeting.

"What're y'learning now?" she whispers, quickly, tucking herself in close to the other.

[ mentor tag ! @icebreath ]​