private OH, WHO IS SHE? — scorchstreak

[cygnetstare]

♱—— they pad through the tunnels just behind the calico lead warrior, ever alert to the small movements of the tunnels; a root that brushes their tail like a silent claw in the dark, the heavy dank smell of packed earth, the occasional lightest thumps of paws above when the moor-runners pass by, separated by tail-lengths of earth. she can't quite recall how she and scorchstreak ended up on this patrol together, but she will not complain—the lead warrior is a capable tunneler, one who earned her stripes before cygnetstare themself (if only by one turn of the seasons), the mother of her apprentice, who has so far proven quite capable.

she says so, "luckypaw's training is goin' well," the statement feels lonely, hanging in the empty tunnel air, so she clarifies, "he listens to me, takes tunnelin' seriously. good nose already." it's not a lie to compliment scorchstreak's mothering; so far, luckypaw has taken his duties and his training seriously, listened to her rules and answered her guiding questions in more than full. they're moving past one of the tunnel entrances, she can tell; the dusty smell of prairie-grass and open sky fills her nose for a moment before they continue on.

"you smell that? they pause, bumping scorchstreak's leg with their forepaw from where they stand behind her as a signal, sniffing. they can definitely smell it—rabbit, its scent wild and grassy and raw, evoking images of tender, juicy flesh made fat by green-leaf, ready to eat.. her tattered ears lift, as does her nose, trying to pinpoint the rabbit's location within these tunnels. now they're really glad to have scorchstreak along—rabbits were an excellent meal, but you always risked taking a nasty kick, and having the calico along will certainly be helpful. they clarify, "rabbit. smells like a good one, too."

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• ♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze) she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 34 ☾s —— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan. —— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

The tunnels have long been a space of comfort for the calico. Each day that she gets to go on patrol underground is a good day. Between the dirt walls all around shielding her from the outside world, and the capable cat trailing behind her, Scorchstreak could not be more content than she is within the tunnels. Cygnetstare is an odd cat, of course, as most tunnelers are. But they are not only strange and off-putting; they are powerful. They are loyal. They are an example of what a true tunneler should be, and Scorchstreak is forever grateful that her son should be apprenticed to such a great warrior. Under their mentorship, Luckypaw will certainly grow to be a fine young tunneler.

"That’s good to hear," she says when the monochrome tunneler offers an update on her kit’s apprenticeship. "Luckypaw has had an affinity for the tunnels since he was hardly out of the nursery. I’m sure the skull that you brought when they were nursing helped him learn scents more easily." The rabbit skull that Cygnetstare had given her still lies beside her nest, tucked up against the dirt wall of the tunnel that she sleeps in. It had begun as a reminder of the tunnels whilst she was unable to squeeze into them; now it serves as a reminder that she has a friend who cares enough to pick a skull clean for her.

Speaking of rabbit skulls—she feels the brush of a leg against her own, and the feline behind her pauses for a moment. She cannot see much apart from a slice of white fur in the darkness, but she knows that the warrior must have caught the scent of something interesting. A rabbit, Cygnetstare says, and Scorchstreak tilts her head up, jaws parting to catch the scent. Pinpointing smells always comes with some degree of difficulty, and so the lead warrior is pleased when she picks out the right direction after a moment. "It’s this way," she murmurs, paws light as she slinks forth. She trusts the other tunneler to have her back no matter what happens; the memory of a wild thump to the chest, a piercing breathlessness, passes through her thoughts. Redrumble had been there to help back then, and an equally capable warrior is here now. "Shall I go around to the other side and chase it to you?"​

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