- Aug 3, 2024
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( ⊱✿⊰ ) dusky blue eyes follow the form of a dappled warrior, piercing judgmentally into tufty, windswept fur as sedgepounce pads into camp, a sturdy rabbit swinging from his jaws. muscles contract and stretch with ease under his skin, long legs covering much ground as the tomcat strolls to the prey-pile, setting down his catch with satisfaction. from where she is sitting, heatherkit studies the man’s frame, glazing from his rabbit-like hind legs to her stubbier ones, from his long neck and slim head to her smaller, sturdier looking appearance. a frown appears on the girl’s face, quickly masked as she realizes the facial expression has mussed up her carefully de-tangled whiskers.
twitching them back into place, the almost-apprentice gets to her paws, allowing them to carry her towards the now resting tomcat. she halts in front of him, nearly full grown and yet drastically shorter than the moor runner. powder-blue eyes meet ones of deep amber as the girl cranes her neck. a confrontational tone begins her conversation, as it does often without her meaning it.
“what’s so good about being a moor-runner?” she asks, tail tip twitching behind her. this man must know, content as he looks coming back from patrol. she has been groomed from birth to expect the life of a tunneler, and she looks forward to it much more than she’d ever look forward to running all day. still, the lynx-point has heard whispers amongst the gossips in her clan that nightkit and bramblekit might both be too big, too lanky to be of use in the tunnels. if her siblings are going to be promoted to the worse position, she wants to know why anyone would ever enjoy it.
“why isn’t everyone a tunneler?” she will add to her question, face impassable, eyes still connected to the umber ones that gaze back. “did you want to be a moor-runner? why?”
twitching them back into place, the almost-apprentice gets to her paws, allowing them to carry her towards the now resting tomcat. she halts in front of him, nearly full grown and yet drastically shorter than the moor runner. powder-blue eyes meet ones of deep amber as the girl cranes her neck. a confrontational tone begins her conversation, as it does often without her meaning it.
“what’s so good about being a moor-runner?” she asks, tail tip twitching behind her. this man must know, content as he looks coming back from patrol. she has been groomed from birth to expect the life of a tunneler, and she looks forward to it much more than she’d ever look forward to running all day. still, the lynx-point has heard whispers amongst the gossips in her clan that nightkit and bramblekit might both be too big, too lanky to be of use in the tunnels. if her siblings are going to be promoted to the worse position, she wants to know why anyone would ever enjoy it.
“why isn’t everyone a tunneler?” she will add to her question, face impassable, eyes still connected to the umber ones that gaze back. “did you want to be a moor-runner? why?”
- // please wait for @SEDGEPOUNCE <3 "#b2a0bc"
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HEATHERKIT ⊱✿⊰ SHE / HER, WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER OF SOOTSPOT, SISTER TO BRAMBLEKIT, NIGHTKIT. 4 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS