tunnels MEZZALUNA — digging, dayshift

[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost does not realize she's still holding her breath until she gets to the mouth of the tunnel that had caved in. Little daylight seeps through the packed earth in the opening. Her mouth tightens, and she turns to her small patrol with gleaming green eyes. "We must not waste any time. He might still live." She unsheathes her claws and begins to tug at clods of soil. "Brackenpaw, dig carefully. We don't want to upset the structure of the tunnel anymore. If any of you hear something—Mouseflight, more rumbling—I want to know about it."

Sweat burns beneath her heavy coat. Dust stains the white of her paws. She works in the heat, tireless, remembering the terror she'd felt lurking behind her in the tunnels after her mother had caused a cave-in during her assessment. She remembers the way the air had thickened, became hard to breathe in and out, remembers the way the shadows twisted and leered at her.

Hang in there, Mouseflight, she thinks. She prays.

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

• ooc: closed to all but @Marmotbite. @ferretpaw @whitedawn @Brackenpaw
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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 and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 18 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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" Keep your ears sharp, " is the only thing Marmotbite says as they make their way through the winding tunnels. Despite being older than sootstars child, she is no leader - is more than content to let the other guide them and do the talking. Ears flick as she shuffles her way along through the darkness, whiskers twitching and quivering at every noise. Paws work slowly, steadily - she knows what she is doing, and is well assured of her movements despite the inherent danger of the situation not only for mouseflight but for them. If part of a tunnel has already collapsed once, there is little to stop other sections from doing so as well. She's done this before, if from the other side - fleeing for her life, even if she'd not had fangs and claws against her throat but instead felt the looming passage of time. She does not regret it, in the end, content to let thoughts of her mate and her own survival take the place of the pain and darkness she'd allowed herself to be willfully swallowed by. Now and then, she spares a glance for her apprentice - they are young, new at this, inexperienced. She can only hope they take bluefrost and her words seriously, lest something bad happen.

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[Brackenpaw]

Brackenpaw finds herself staring at the mouth of the tunnel, there beyond the opening instead of a further expanding all-consuming void is a collapsed mound of packed dirt. She turns her head from it and instead looks at her paws for a moment. It wasn’t like staring was going to assist in freeing Mouseflight after all, no matter the heat that was stored in her gaze, they weren’t going to burn holes into the earth.

The tremor in her hadn’t been shaken free by the time they reached here, much to her annoyance. They weren’t going to let something as manageable as shaky paws potentially cause further cave-in’s in these tunnels. It would be something that they couldn’t live with, she tried to focus on Bluefrost instead of the tremor that wouldn’t leave her alone.

Her voice is firm, the instructions clear. It oddly enough brought comfort, the idea of it made them internally gag. That abhorred response to having that feeling of comfort was enough of a distraction to shake her from the grip that fear had on them. She watches Bluefrost for a heartbeat or two, just to try and see what she was doing before making any attempts of their own.

“Okay, I’ll be careful.” She repeats with a nod, unsheathing untrained claws. There was a slight tremor still, yet she took a deep breath to fight to keep a steady paw. Carefully tugging at the soil in front of them, silent determination keeping them going beyond the exhaustion that they had started to feel early on into the day.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 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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