- Feb 11, 2023
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Ambertail never seems to cease his work. Though the small cat would doze throughout the day and rise as many of his other clanmates begin to settle down, leaving their nestled camp with Whitepaw in tow, he is rarely asleep for long. She rests and sleeps while he drags his paws back beneath the earth. Sometimes it is to dig– other times, he seeks only peace. Without the bustling of his clanmates. Their loud love, their breathing, their fur brushing uncomfortably against his own. That is where he is now. Slow pacing throughout the tunnels in broad daylight, Whitepaw still in her rest. His paws sweep at debris that has found its way in through a nearby entrance, littered leaves, sticks. Pebbles he brushes away with his tail before they prod at delicate paws. They dig and dig beneath the earth, and still must feel all that they touch. Sensitive paws. Sensitive face. Ambertail's whiskers twitch.
Then he sighs. Scorchstreak would leave. Apprentices would follow. They would dig this tunnel with Sootstar's guidance, but lacking the paws. Frustration is an apt enemy, and one that Ambertail struggles not to chew on as he moves. "Would you have done it differently?" he whispers to the dirt. "Would you have chosen another path? For the clan. The badger." It does not answer him, but through this wall of earth he swears he can hear a set of pawsteps matching his own. "They will die. We will." In his rising paranoia, Ambertail does not hear the steps of the other tunnelers around him. Those on the side of the wall continue to mirror his own.
Then he sighs. Scorchstreak would leave. Apprentices would follow. They would dig this tunnel with Sootstar's guidance, but lacking the paws. Frustration is an apt enemy, and one that Ambertail struggles not to chew on as he moves. "Would you have done it differently?" he whispers to the dirt. "Would you have chosen another path? For the clan. The badger." It does not answer him, but through this wall of earth he swears he can hear a set of pawsteps matching his own. "They will die. We will." In his rising paranoia, Ambertail does not hear the steps of the other tunnelers around him. Those on the side of the wall continue to mirror his own.
- OOC. rattles a can.... come get your weird cryptid content
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✦ . ˚ . AMBERTAIL. NONBINARY. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. TUNNELER OF WINDCLAN. MENTOR TO WHITEPAW. PENNED BY REVELATIONS. ———————
—— a tiny, yet proportionally long-limbed tortoiseshell with unfocused amber eyes. though they retain their color, ambertail is blind. those who don't know as much may be confused, and will certainly be met with dry responses from the tunneler himself.
✦ NOTICE ambertail is blind, and will not react to visual stimuli within a thread! this is common knowledge throughout windclan, and he is rarely seen out during the daytime to accommodate his albino apprentice's needs. - "speech"