tunnels LONDON BRIDGE (O, PROMPT)

[DUSTYFOOT]

Luckily for the thick, pristine dustiness of his pelt, the tunneler patrol is under the earth when the rain hits. He doesn't quite know how long ago it had started. What was a beautiful golden midday some time ago has faded to the black silence of dirt, and then into a steady, deadly, drip. His paw hits one muddy patch. Nothing of concern. Then his whiskers catch a drop. Even in the dark, Dustyfoot's face scrunches with concern. A moment later– plunk! It hits the top of his head. He stops abruptly. "Do you feel that?" Concern is hot in his voice, like brittle sunshine or a summer storm about to break. He lifts his head up to touch the roof of the tunnel, and hesitates. It's damp. "We should turn around. Find another tunnel to work on until this passes."

They border unknown territory. Something unexplored, an offshoot of their tunnel to RiverClan's bridge that had not yet been fully mapped and understood. Are they really so close to the surface that the water would seep through after only a few short hours of rain? Anxiety has his tail flicking, likely right before the nose of whoever follows him.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  ╱ ( 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍? ) 03.18.2024 ꠶ ݁ ˖༄

• OOC. loose use of this prompt: “Quickly falling April showers lead to rapidly rising May flowers.” A sunny day quickly takes a turn for the worst! What is your characters solution to passing time with others on a rainy day?
• 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓. HE - HIM - HIS. HARDWORKING TUNNELER OF WINDCLAN. ——— hardworking and swift of foot with a dirt-colored pelt fit for the finest of tunnelers, dustyfoot is an overall overage warrior despite his hard, excellently done work. he holds himself to a forgettable standard.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a small seal sepia chimera with dull green-gold eyes. his thick fur gives him the illusion of greater size, quickly dispelled by the sight of his bottlebrush pelt disappearing into the rabbit holes of his clan's territory. made of dark colors darkened further by the dusting of dirt and packed mud, the only part of him that gleam are his teeth through endless chatter and his eyes in their clever gleam.

• "speech"

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Rapid changes in weather across the moorland are a hallmark of the season. Over her time spent in IndClan, Scorchstreak has grown used to change, so when she hears the pounding of rain aboveground, she is hardly surprised. The bright, clear sky has surely turned to dark gray—but the calico is not concerned until the tunneler ahead of her shows his own worry. Do you feel that, he asks, just as a drop of water splashes onto her ear. The dark ear flicks, sending the droplet flying, soaking into flame-dappled fur.

Hmm… that is a concern. Golden eyes shift to the tunnel’s top, narrowing as she stares through the darkness. "I think you’re correct. Moving forward is risking a collapse in these conditions." Even she, with all her work and time spent in these tunnels, is uncertain of the fastest escape in the case of a collapse. It is better to be safe than to lose another clanmate to an avoidable death, she decides. "Stay calm," she says. As the tom’s tail lashes to and fro before her face, a clear sign of his building anxiety, the lead warrior fights down the urge to swat at it. Panicking will help none of them in this situation, and if the warrior cannot keep a cool head, then what is he teaching the apprentices? Her own apprentice’s behavior is certainly not of any concern—the sky could be falling, and Pinkpaw would likely still find a way to see something positive in it.

// apprentice tag @PINKPAW​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — One of the advantages of being a tunneler that Rattleheart had always enjoyed was their relative protection from the elements. The conditions of the tunnels themselves could certainly be harsh even at the best of times, but he never found himself worrying too much about the rain or the wind above - not when he could just duck down and avoid all of it entirely. He'd often expressed as much to the moor runners around him, unable to keep himself from chuckling a little whenever they came back with drenched pelts or fur thoroughly mussed by harsh gales. It seemed that today, though, even the weather far above them was choosing to make itself known to all, regardless of where they might have been.

A shiver ran down his spine the moment he felt a stray droplet fall against the dark spikes that sloped downward from his shoulder blades. It was cold and unpleasant, and his voice came in an annoyed rasp as he took a step backward. "Yeah, I felt it. Unfortunately..." Rattleheart glanced back behind him in the darkness, hoping that his apprentice would hear his voice fine above the light drumming of the rain against the ground above them. "They're right, we should turn around and find somewhere else. Don't worry, it's good that we noticed it now." His reassurances towards Downypaw were soft, rough voice noticeably gentler - as it usually was when he addressed her. "Which tunnel do you think we should head to?" His next words were directed back towards his sister and Dustyfoot, wondering where the pair of them might suggest so that all of them could be slightly less damp.

// apprentice tag <3 @downypaw

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[PINKSHINE]

Questions are meant to be answered — obviously. So she's always quick to the punch, even if it isn't a question for her explicitly. Cause, like... what if the one who asked got totally ignored cause she wasn't sure it was for her to answer or not? Then they'd be super sad, and she'd feel super bad for not answering when she could've! So, basically, this makes her thesis for why she should always answer questions, and loudly too! E - NUN - CI - ATE! " Nuh uh! " she bellows, whiskers grazing the surrounding dirt walls as she vigorously shakes her head. " What is it, what is it? "

Even though she's totally grown and stuff, she hasn't completely shirked her fears of scary tunnel monsters just yet. Cause like, what if it's just waiting for her to let her guard down? She'd TOTALLY be picked off first because she's the one that knew it existed to begin with. " Is it scream in horror worthy? Should I be screaming in horror? " urgently, she asks. If Dustyfoot doesn't tell her, Scorchstreak or Rattleheart or Downypaw would... She knows they're super smart.

And then, she feels it. A ghost touch of something, general speaking: INCREADIBLY lame. If she's gonna be touched by a ghost, it should be a really scary ghost, or like, a rabbit ghost that makes her taste rabbits no matter what! Instead it's just rain. " No wayyyy! " she whines. " I thought the only good tunnel thing is that rain can't get us in them! " Then, she remembers that she's totally grown and um, doesn't hate tunnels anymore. " One of... three good tunnel things, actually. " She pauses a second to listen for if Scorchstreak or Downypaw or anyone would be very proud of her and call her very cool ( or something ).

" Collapse? " she echoes, and she thinks its very brave of her to not say it all loud and panicked - like. How cool is she. " Lets go to ummmm... " How do you pick a tunnel? They're all equally badgoodalrightokay, she thinks. " Ummmm... " She's just thinking of um, the words right now. The words that she'll totally remember... as soon as someone else starts them so she can finish it for them!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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  ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW: APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  

  SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

  
  Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  
  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[downyfur]

Rain. Concern billows in Dustyfoot's breath, rank and rising. Downypaw's spine begins to prickle, one hair for every drop that slid down the ceilings and into their fur. Water, the tunneler's bane. Scorchstreak suggests (orders?) they stay calm, as Pinkpaw's voice shrills into a siren. Oh StarClan. Shut up, they wish to snap at her. Shut up. You're not helping. Shut up, shut up. They press their ears into the back of their skull. What do you do when there's water in the tunnels? Find a way out. Their eyes flutter open, to no avail. I-I can't see. Embarassment—and panic— wells in her chest, as though she had said the stupid thought aloud. Dung-head.

Rattleheart's voice trickles through the darkness. Gentle as it is, it only makes them stiffen further, as though suddenly doused with a torrent of cold water. Why is he asking them? And now, of all times? Rattleheart is no mouse-brain, but surely an experienced tunneler like him should just show them what to do instead of asking them to, what, pull it out from under their tail. Their mouth opens and closes, and opens again. The cloying scent of mud weighs on their tongue, mixed with the rampant, myriad ways they could all die.

"I, um," they croak, feeling like an utter fool. Like a cotton-headed kitten they all dragged down here for the fun of it. Maybe they could all gather around and listen to Downypaw floundering and flopping around like a fish while the real tunnelers found a way out, because the only one losing their head here was them.​