- Jul 1, 2023
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The tunnels have widened some, and the quiet has become less claustrophobic. Instead, echoes bounce back at them. Each slip of stones across the ground is gravel thrown into his ears and the dripping of water is a terrible menace. Pitter patter and a splash, more often than not. Shallow and running away. His throat is dry and his belly rumbling. Each noise only makes it worse. He expects it to continue on much like this until their journey finds its close (if it ever does, a hopeless part of his mind helpfully supplies) — hungry and thirsty and delirious with just a little touch of fear, and the tails of several other cats riding along his own. If he fails himself, he fails them. More importantly than even that, however: he would fail Dragonflypaw.
Deep breath, then, and a few pawsteps forward. "Come on, I think it widens a little bit this way. Seems a little bit lighter." And it is. Barely, sure, but a perceptible enough difference that even the ThunderClanners must see it. A slow trickling glow that begins to warm the space that they enter. It's larger than any place they'd been in before. Taller, almost towering. Not quite like the shade of the pines, but when he looks up and sees a small crack in the stony sky above them– "Huh," he mutters softly. "It almost looks like the moon." A crescent sliver, leaking silver and water both. Is it raining above them? Or is this the melting of snow, or some gift from StarClan? The moon bleeds water strong enough to form a puddle, and as soon as Honeyjaw sees it he darts forward to drink. The dusty edges give way to something cool and clear which he drinks up desperately.
Deep breath, then, and a few pawsteps forward. "Come on, I think it widens a little bit this way. Seems a little bit lighter." And it is. Barely, sure, but a perceptible enough difference that even the ThunderClanners must see it. A slow trickling glow that begins to warm the space that they enter. It's larger than any place they'd been in before. Taller, almost towering. Not quite like the shade of the pines, but when he looks up and sees a small crack in the stony sky above them– "Huh," he mutters softly. "It almost looks like the moon." A crescent sliver, leaking silver and water both. Is it raining above them? Or is this the melting of snow, or some gift from StarClan? The moon bleeds water strong enough to form a puddle, and as soon as Honeyjaw sees it he darts forward to drink. The dusty edges give way to something cool and clear which he drinks up desperately.
- OOC. @Magpiepaw @SEDGEPOUNCE @SLATE @batwing @HAILSTORM. @LITTLE WOLF if any of you want!!
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✦ . ˚ . HONEYJAW. HE - HIM. WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN. ADOPTIVE FATHER TO DRAGONFLYPAW. PENNED BY REVELATIONS. —————————————
—— a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected with a salt-and-pepper dusting.
- "speech"
