tunnels PUT ON A HAPPY FACE;; escape

[Mouseflight]

What is only potentially hours feels like days in the tunneler's mind, already having been so wary to go back into the tunnels since the journey back from the mountains. He had seen that nothing had happened, knew that if it did it was likely he'd die quickly and get to visit with the stars that he loved so much or that he'd escape so the fear had ebbed and moved to the back of his mind. It was still there, just less and less did the voice that once yelled out to him that the tunnels were a death trap scream in his mind, instead now it was a whisper and eventually daily activities had turned to weekly then moonly until he simply recognized the tunnels as what he had thought them to be before the trip; dangerous but useful, well-maintained and they would be fine but let them go untouched for too long and this would happen.

Once the coughing had subsided he'd began looking around, eyes wide as he begged for the ability to see as ShadowClanners did so that he may be able to see just a little bit in the pitch black that was the cave now. He backed away from the collapsed earth in front of him, afraid that more would tumble and fall and instead of missing him this time he'd be buried. Eventually dust settled and the threat of coughing was no more. Despite the lack of coughing, however, his chest hurt, his breathing became more rapid as a ringing formed in his ears and silently the small feline would lean down to place his paws on his head and fold his ears down, praying it would stop.

It took a moment, silence filling the tunnel for only StarClan knew how long before the ringing subsided and the pain in his chest ebbed. Paws shuffled him towards the fallen dirt once more and he began to dig carefully, slowly as he tried to let the newfound shaking in his paws subside. It was the slowest he'd ever dug, paws carefully removing dirt to be sure no more collapses happened, to be sure the fear that clung to him in the same manner as the dirt that coated his pelt didn't cause himself to collapse. It took ages, paws slowly moving as air slowly got thinner.

Before long he reached through dirt and paw clasped against another and without thought a small sob wracked through Mouseflight's throat; he was saved!

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

• this takes place immediately after this thread! ignore the fact it's super late
  
  also he's got a hold of @BLUEFROST 's paw!
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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 16 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost remembers the darkness of a caved-in tunnel, the overwhelming thickness in the air that shoves the air from your lungs, the film of dust on your pelt, your tongue. Her claws are sore from digging, but she does not relent; she remembers the tremor in her sister's voice. "May StarClan go with you." The haunted look in blue eyes. She imagines other cats crushed beneath soil—a broken tortoiseshell body, a broad golden tabby shape crumpled beneath earth. Her paws move swifter, regardless of how her joints creak, how her bones begin to crackle.

"Keep digging," she urges her tunnelmates, and then—she feels it. Something grips her, and she gives a startled, choking gasp. Bluefrost cups her forepaw around the other's wrist. She can see cream-splashing, gray flecks. "I've got him! I've—help me pull him up!" She half-twists, wildly, her green eyes wide with alarm. "Grab onto my tail and pull!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @Marmotbite. @whitedawn @Brackenpaw
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Brackenpaw]

It seemed like the digging was never going to end, Brackenpaw’s joints ached. They wanted to complain but they knew that was just because she was tired, if she was tired who knows how the others were feeling. Much less how Mouseflight himself must be tired, they hoped that the tunneler was doing okay. Hopefully by the time they were done they’d recover someone living than find a long cold body. They tried to not think about that possibility, surely he would be fine, there was no room to possibly think about him not being okay.

Bluefrost’s gasp causes their head to shoot up, the part of their brain driven by worry immediately thought of the worst. Their mentor had warned her about the possibility of the tunnels caving in more, would this be such case? Were they not careful enough? The sound of crumbling dirt never came, instead she continued talking. The she-cat called out that she had him, that caused both relief and a call to action Brackenpaw scrambled from where she was digging to move into a helpful position. Paws twisting around the coiling feathery tail that belonged to the tunneler in front of her, they dug their hind paws into the ground and began to pull back. Brackenpaw was by no means the strongest here, they were only just beyond seven moons old after all, not enough time to build muscle. Still, adrenaline was a powerful source and she could feel it course through her veins as she helped pull.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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