pafp in the twilight of yomi

Termitetuft

HYPNOTIC — taking over me
Jun 2, 2023
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【 termitetuft | windclan tunneler | she/her | 19 moons 】
tagsTermitetuft 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!

 
RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN
bunnypounce | 23 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold hotpink
Its not a strange sight to see bunny simply following along after someone - in fact, it's doing exactly that which had led her to join these moorland cats once upon a time, many moons ago no. Pale gaze flickers and glimmers in the faint light as she gust buffets her small form, sending her rocking and wobbling unsteadily for a moment. The strange weather shows no sign of stopping, but she is only grateful that the sun has gone and hidden itself away in the meantime. One less enemy. "Mmmm... poor tail, getting chewed right off." she mumbles absently, staring at the prey held in her partners jaws. For all her strength in digging, she's not the greatest hunter - not with her body wrong as it is. It's easier for her to scuffle and scurry about, catching bugs with sharp teeth or if she's lucky a shuffling mole, slow in it's strangeness. There is no rabbit hunting for bunny - despite her name.