tunnels INCONVENIENCE ] dawn patrol

[BLUEFROST]

[ cw - emetophobia! reader's discretion is advised! ]

Dawn light filters through the cracks in the ceiling behind her, pale and gray-tinted. It's cloudy, and the heat that begins to suffocate the moorland is left behind her as she descends under the earth, Brackenpaw at her heels. Bluefrost tastes the air — it's stale, thick, dusty, but familiar, comforting. She can detect other cats from their patrol, but otherwise, all is well and still beneath WindClan's territory today.

"I want to check out the tunnels near RiverClan," she explains to Brackenpaw, her paws swift and sure as she navigates the darkness. "We should be getting closer."

It's the sick, salty tang of fish that bathes her tongue first. She gags, audibly, and turns her face into her flank, hoping to stifle the nausea that bubbles in her stomach. RiverClan! I'd have been better off going to ShadowClan and inhaling their stink! The dankness of riverwater, of moss gone bad, begins to find the center of her mouth, and she feels the brine trickle onto her chest.

"Do not look," she begs Brackenpaw and anyone else who may be near before she empties the contents of her belly into the mud. Tremors wrack her body, as waves of cold and heat begin to fight her midsection. StarClan, have I ever been this sick before? It is several moments before she has gained her composure, before she can scrape earth over the disgusting mess and choke, "I — I apologize. Let us... let us keep moving."

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

• ooc: apprentice tag @Brackenpaw ; otherwise open to tunnelers!!
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Brackenpaw]

They were used to the tunnels now, she was unsure if it was going to ever not be scary but it had quelled to a known fear. There was comfort in that, finding a friend in that churn of stomach as she entered the tunnels. It was as sure as the fact that the sun was going to come up and in times of uncertainty sometimes it was better to make peace with something like the tunnels. True to form they stuck close behind Bluefrost, learning to scent the air around her and over time has been able to differentiate the difference between stale scents, the musk of the tunnel and dust. It was very dusty today.

“Do you think we'll be able to hear any riverclanners?” Curiosity always got the better of them, they weren't sure if that would even be possible since they hated the tunnels near RiverClan and tried to avoid it whenever the opportunity arose. It was harmless enough to ask, so Brackenpaw did as they commonly do which was just bluntly asking whatever question was on her mind. She was never one to hold back from potentially the silliest of questions. There was a reason she hated the RiverClan tunnels and by extension RiverClan itself. That rank stench of fish and riverwater, reminding her of when she was stuck over in that gross clan.

There's little time to dwell on their spite when she hears her mentors begging, don't look? Confused as to what she meant at first but obedient nonetheless they turned and tried to body block the sight of her as much as they could. Instead trying to gaze at whoever was behind them, as much as she could in this darkness anyways. The sound of retching causes flesh to ripple and their muzzle to scrunch. It seems that as soon as it begins it's over now, Bluefrost calls to press forward. With a flick of her tail she's hot on the smokes heels again. Unsure if they should bring up what just happened or not they try to change the subject. “Can we go to the ShadowClan tunnels next time? I'd rather their weird smell than RiverClan's” they complain with a groan.

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  ooc.
  
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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿They do not mind RiverClan's scent. It is better, in their opinion, than ShadowClan's muck and grime, a scent that seems like something that would stick between their toes and dry uncomfortably. RiverClan's is clearer, cleaner, mostly water with traces of fish, which isn't so awful. It certainly isn't ripe enough for Bluefrost to lose the contents of her belly, a sour stench that is definitely worse than RiverClan. Singedpaw's nose wrinkles, staring at her dark shape over Brackenpaw's blocking form. Then a familiar sound to every tunneler as she digs, concealing the evidence of her sudden weakness. Brackenpaw attempts to steer the conversation onto a different topic, but Singedpaw is not so easily deterred. "Will you vomit there, too? ShadowClan doesn't smell much better. Worse, even." They sidestep the slightly raised portion of the ground with a brief grimace. The last thing they want is to step in it; no doubt the muddy soil would reek of bile.

"Maybe you should see my ðir, or your sister, if a scent can bother you that easily. Even some of our clanmates reek sometimes, and that can't be good for your senses."
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SINGEDPAW of WINDCLAN TUNNELER. WOLFSONG X SUNSTAR. 11 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN 09.08.2023.

.𖥔 overview .𖥔 physicality .𖥔 personality .𖥔 interaction

• — Sibling to Bearflight, Rivewhisper,, Sunlitwing, & Featherspine. Named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Formerly apprenticed to Smallwhisker (Sootstar loyalist). Somewhat of a reluctant tunneler; wants to be renowned in battle like their sisters Rivewhisper and Featherspine.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Flirtatious but without true intent of romantic pursuit.
• — Small, as is typical for tunnelers. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstar's slimmer structure; fur gives the illusion of a bulk that doesn't exist.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed shrewdly, which is primarily a habit picked up from Wolfsong.
• — Singedpaw seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, not quite a lie but not quite honest, either. Warmth is a guise for a very watchful and even somber psyche. Like their parents, they are incredibly proud, but without their temperance. Slights to their dignity may very well result in a physical altercation. A bit haughty and rude when irritated.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received well, there is a chance Singedpaw will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[BLUEFROST]

"Do you think we'll be able to hear any RiverClanners?" Brackenpaw's question echoes within the tight confines of the tunnels. Bluefrost's ears quiver with embarrassment, especially as Singedpaw remarks upon the mess; they are not as tactful as her own brindled protege.

"I have already seen Cottonsprig," she murmurs. She had wanted to change the subject, but the carmine-pelted tunneler has thwarted her futile attempts at diversion. Bluefrost turns to regard Brackenpaw and Singedpaw with tired, distant mint-colored eyes. "I already know I am expecting kits. That is neither here nor there."

But it is, though, especially when she begins to taste the air and the scent of RiverClan sends her stomach bubbling again. She grimaces, her expression distorting painfully. "Stars! I need some fresh air," she gasps, twisting blindly to find the source of a breeze.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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