Oh worm? || Intro

[Wormtail]

Wormtail was on a roll. While most Windclanners stayed on the surface, he stayed underground in the dirt and darkness. He was born down here in these tunnels, before Windclan even formed.

The thing was, Wormtail was  always in the tunnels. He barely knew his clanmates, bringing prey in at night when the daylight was gone. His eyes were sensitive to it, but with leafbare here, he figured he would have to work overtime.

The dirty mackerel tabby was doing a bit of maintenance, adding a new entrance to a tunnel that had caved in. Besides, a few dead ends would drive enemies crazy if they ever got in their tunnels.

So he dug for the surface, paws digging through the dirt like they were born to do it. And finally, he was breaking through to the snow underneath.

Except.

This patch of land was occupied. He had coincidentally dug under someone.

"OI! Watch out! I'm diggin' 'ere!!" His gravelly voice called, bapping at whoever was above him.
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[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar was not feeling good this cold morning, and feeling the earth give way at your paws wasn't something amazing to feel either. The lithe she-cat scrambles away, tail bristling in alarm as she almost is taken in by the earth. The voice of a feline-mole sounds from the hole, Wormtail.

Though it was an accident and Wormtail hadn't purposely dug beneath her, the she-cat was in quite the foul mood and let out a hiss, "You watch out!" She snips back with hackles bristling. What if she had fallen and twisted a paw or worse? StarClan forbid, Dandelionwish would probably kill her if she came to his den with further injuries.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to windpaw & sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to sootpaw & coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ "Careful there, she might just strip you of your fur, Wormtail." Hyacinthbreath mutters softly from her own hole, sand-covered fur shaken out once her head pokes out. She doesn't mind the tom, he's a bit too big-headed for her own taste. But, most WindClanners were full of themselves. It was only habit.

Her eyes move over to Sootstar, and Hyacinthbreath pulls herself out of the hole in favor of marching over to look at the smoke molly. Leg, paw, face- nothing was hurt. Why was their Queen so dramatic? "You're fine, my Queen." She mumbles with a tired smile, clearing her throat before a paw reaches out to attempt to shove Wormtail's face into the dirt. "Watch where you're digging, Wormtail." It's scolding in tone, but she doesn't have the usual empty expression on her face. There's a small smile on her lips. Amusement. ​

 

[MALLOWLARK]

Foolhardy folly, that was- digging and digging, with nowhere to go but up. And how unlucky could you get that the sky that you struck was not a sky at all but Sootstar, their leader- Queen of the Moors as she called herself, though what royalty she'd been born into before his family had known was lost on him. From beneath leapt up a cat the colour of mud, as if he'd been crafter by the soil itself- and as Hyacinthbreath spoke his name, Mallowlark felt the light-flicker of recognition glimmer in his mind.

At the trouble he was in- Mallowlark could do nothing but laugh. "Boy, you couldn't have picked a worse spot!" The words came flooding from his maw and Mallowlark was hopeless to stop them, the noise of his cackling a positively incessant sound. Humour seeped from every word; he could not help it! How funny it was, this sight- a strike against the Queen of the Moors, and she had made his mistake clear! He would bet poor Wormtail felt like the biggest idiot on earth right now. Hah- the biggest idiot under earth...​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​