- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ WindClan has been evacuated from their camp. Everyone besides the healthy warriors and apprentices of the clan is gone, across the river. It feels wrong, although Scorchstreak has decided that it is the safest decision. Sunstar does not seem to like it—no one does—but she is willing to be the subject of her clanmates’ irritation. They can be angry with her, so long as they are safe.
Their camp, however, is not something to be moved out of danger. The fires are closing in on them, practically licking at gorse walls by now, and the calico knows there isn’t much time left to spare. There are still ways that they can try to prevent a total loss, though. Her mate has gathered the moor runners to do their part, leaving Scorchstreak to lead the tunnelers of the clan. It feels strange, making a tunnel-related call without Rattleheart, but her sibling is in no state to be back here at camp, helping with anything. It is good that they are resting safe and sound across the water. With a whipping of her tail she calls out to those who linger about camp. "The twolegs dug trenches to stop the fires from spreading." Her voice is strained, dried out and irritated by the smoke that’s begun to cloud their camp. The mention of twolegs brings a rage-filled flicker of her dark ear. The twolegs are likely the ones at fault for the moorland’s fires—it cannot be a coincidence that their presence was seen just before the fires began.
"We will do the same thing, right outside of camp. Make them at least a tail-length wide," That should be wide enough, shouldn’t it? She has no idea how deep the trenches should be—tunnelers are minuscule in comparison to the twolegs and their digging tools. Perhaps a shallow, wide trench is better than a deep one if it is time-efficient. Without waiting for a response, the calico sets about her self-imposed work. Dappled paws sink into dry earth, scooping away at whatever she can reach.
Their camp, however, is not something to be moved out of danger. The fires are closing in on them, practically licking at gorse walls by now, and the calico knows there isn’t much time left to spare. There are still ways that they can try to prevent a total loss, though. Her mate has gathered the moor runners to do their part, leaving Scorchstreak to lead the tunnelers of the clan. It feels strange, making a tunnel-related call without Rattleheart, but her sibling is in no state to be back here at camp, helping with anything. It is good that they are resting safe and sound across the water. With a whipping of her tail she calls out to those who linger about camp. "The twolegs dug trenches to stop the fires from spreading." Her voice is strained, dried out and irritated by the smoke that’s begun to cloud their camp. The mention of twolegs brings a rage-filled flicker of her dark ear. The twolegs are likely the ones at fault for the moorland’s fires—it cannot be a coincidence that their presence was seen just before the fires began.
"We will do the same thing, right outside of camp. Make them at least a tail-length wide," That should be wide enough, shouldn’t it? She has no idea how deep the trenches should be—tunnelers are minuscule in comparison to the twolegs and their digging tools. Perhaps a shallow, wide trench is better than a deep one if it is time-efficient. Without waiting for a response, the calico sets about her self-imposed work. Dappled paws sink into dry earth, scooping away at whatever she can reach.
- ooc: open to any tunnelers who aren’t staying in riverclan territory!
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༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and shrewd, but clearly cares deeply for her clan.
༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to pinkpaw
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
༄ penned by foxlore