pafp POP! GOES THE WEASEL — tunnel cleaning

[littlewhisper]

The dramatics of WindClan pass over Littlewhisper’s pelt like newly-dried leaves on the wind. There is no side to the clan’s conflicts that the calico will take; they are content to keep themself tucked away in the burrows and out of sight. It isn’t their problem and it isn’t their business. Sootstar may be a monster of a queen, but she does her best to defend her clan and her family. Littlewhisper cannot fault her for that. Being the leader must be terribly stressful. It is not a position that the tunneler envies.

Littleehisper’s position in WindClan is responsibility enough as it is; she doesn’t often dig new tunnels, and spends much of her time learning the layout of the tunnels around the moor, and cleaning out the tunnels that the clan uses most often. Today is a cleaning day, and while she doesn’t particularly enjoy the work of grabbing dried leaves and swiping at cobwebs, she finds it somewhat relaxing.

She works on silent paws, mismatched eyes scanning the burrow for more leaves that have managed to be blown in by the wind. Quietly, the calico collects the red and orange leaves, doing her best not to crumble them as she works. When she’s finally finished gathering them, she tosses them out of the nearest entrance to the tunnel. Her head follows the leaves, black-patches face popping up out of the tunnel entrance as well. Sun sure is bright today, she thinks, blinking rapidly to clear the spots from her vision.


// pls wait for @Rune
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[ I’M STILL HERE ]​

 

[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

The moors had become a sort of comfort for him as he walked along a frozen path of heather and mush from rain. A feathery white tail trailed along behind him as eyes of sunset and pale purple looked around the area. There had been talks of hawk attacks so there was looking for that, plus he was out here alone on a hunt for the most part. Feeling like he needed to work for his keep like he did back home and sometimes he just needed time away for a moment. Things were hectic and overwhelming, being reunited with the mother one thought died wasn't something one went through often. Still, it was rather fun here in Windclan. It wasn't as rule heavy as the kingdom had been, and everyone seemed rather happy with their new situation. Well some of them not so much, but that was besides the point.

Though something perculiar caught his attention was leaves- popping up in the air as they were tossed aside. Was it a rabbit making a nest? A mouse maybe? Whatever it was, Rune crouched low to the ground and narrowed dual hues on the leaves and crept along. Then he aimed to leap over the hill and at whomever is on the otherside- realizing last minute it was Litterwhisper. ​

✦ ★ ✦​

 

[mousebrain]

When his best friend's head pops up from the earth to fling leaves into the air, Mousebrain could not be more delighted. Oh, Littlewhisper, one of his best friends! Ever since that day they both ate rabbit for lunch, their friendship has been indisputable! Practically littermates, they are! Eating the same food for lunch. It almost sounds like a kitten's bedtime tale, but you can't make this stuff up.

And Rune! Oh, dear goodness, Rune! They both sat down in the same camp once... it was fate. Best friends till the end.

Mousebrain is just so happy. Two best friends here at once! And they're playing the throw-leaves-and-attack-each-other game! Mousebrain doesn't know the rules to this one yet, but hey—he's always keen to learn.

"Hey, best friend Littlewhisper! Watch out! My best friend Rune is on your left!"

...or is it her right? Oh dear. Mousebrain has never been particularly good with directions.
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