- Jun 2, 2023
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【 termitetuft | windclan tunneler | she/her | 19 moons 】
【tags】Termitetuft was crunched, cautious, in a way that made her small body difficult to detect in the stillness of the badger-sized tunnel. The wind whispered all around as it tickled her fur and breathed a faint whistle in her sensitive ears. Even at this depth within the underground, the pesky gusts had found a way to remind her that they were still strong as ever above her domain of dirt and darkness.
Disheartening problems not excluding death had so far been caused by such tempests for sunrise after sunrise and they showed no sign of slowing. She both smiled and shuddered to think what would be done if the wind refused to abate. She thought there was a saccharine irony of Windclan being thwarted by their namesake, after all.
This late late evening, she had hoped to capitalize on the beginnings of nightfall and the persistent winds, willing both to lead prey into the tunnels and into her open claws in their attempts to seek shelter. So far, she'd only captured a lizard and was absently chewing its tail in pieces as her mismatched gaze gleamed without much vigor, as if experiencing a touch of despondency.
Presumably, she'd brought along her tunneling partner, @" BUNNYPOUNCE ", to hunt and search alongside her. It wasn't so much that she'd asked with straightforwardness that the fellow tunneler to go with her personally, it was more of a muttered 'I'm going…' back at camp as the sun dropped along the horizon with the gentle hope that the other molly was going too.
/takes place in the tunnels, just cant fit more than one thread prefix!
Disheartening problems not excluding death had so far been caused by such tempests for sunrise after sunrise and they showed no sign of slowing. She both smiled and shuddered to think what would be done if the wind refused to abate. She thought there was a saccharine irony of Windclan being thwarted by their namesake, after all.
This late late evening, she had hoped to capitalize on the beginnings of nightfall and the persistent winds, willing both to lead prey into the tunnels and into her open claws in their attempts to seek shelter. So far, she'd only captured a lizard and was absently chewing its tail in pieces as her mismatched gaze gleamed without much vigor, as if experiencing a touch of despondency.
Presumably, she'd brought along her tunneling partner, @" BUNNYPOUNCE ", to hunt and search alongside her. It wasn't so much that she'd asked with straightforwardness that the fellow tunneler to go with her personally, it was more of a muttered 'I'm going…' back at camp as the sun dropped along the horizon with the gentle hope that the other molly was going too.
/takes place in the tunnels, just cant fit more than one thread prefix!