- Oct 24, 2022
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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
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
[ I’M STILL HERE ]