QUICK BEFORE THE HYENAS COME | Trench Building

[Firefang]

It felt like an eternity ago that she was a tunneler - an all too eager one; she'd been so excitable and been both a danger to herself and to all who came down into the tunnels with her. She'd almost killed Smokestep, had almost buried the two of them where their flesh would be torn apart by the worms; she'd never poked more then her head into an entrance of abyssal caverns of the moor since. She outgrew a majority of them, she knows that ever if she'd been a model tunneler she'd still would be destined for the moors. Destined to disappoint. She'd been bitter for a majority of her life, had taken her rage and self pity out on her peers - she'd still been a kitten when that all happened had the weight of her mothers expectations on her back and the desire to more then anything to make her clan and it's leader proud of her. She'd always wanted to be worthy, to be useful, to worthy of the blood in her veins and her presence on the moors. She'd been pushed into being a Tunneler when it was never her calling, had been pushed to be so many things by powerful figures. She'd given so little resistance, forced or not she still followed their commands like gospel as if what she wanted never mattered. She's happy however with the one thing she couldn't be, she's happy being a Moorunner but those skills she learned wouldn't be entirely forgotten.

She hadn't been apprenticed long and the memories of those lessons are so hazy, but she's been thinking ever since she's seen those ditches prior to the fires about why they were there. She's never seen any of the Tunnelers dig such jagged lines in the soil like that, she wants to claim it was for no other reason then simple Two-leg insanity but the fact they showed up days before the fires started makes her wonder and that wonder leads to an idea. It's not guaranteed to do anything - and she can't fully trust anyone to think any of her ideas are worth listening to. Every time she lets her opinion be heard she's snapped it - it feels like. No matter how sound her ideas were! Still she doesn't have the energy to try digging all alone.

With a breath she lets out a loud beckoning meow "I have an idea that will help reinforce the camp!" she declares "Maybe it'll even stop the fire from even touching us!" doubtful but it should get their attention. "I'm gonna need a few Tunnelers to help me..." she waits for her clanmates to see what she's yapping about to go on. Her tail twitches impatiently.

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  (PRE-INJURY) PROMPT: Though you never finished your training as a tunneler, that's where you started. You have a sudden realization: the twolegs dug holes to stop the fire. Is that something you could do too? You have a powerful enough build to start trying. If you can convince your clanmates it's not a hopeless endeavor. And that you should be listened to at all.
  

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[CENTIPEDEBITE]

Centipedebite is unfortunately around when Firefang makes the call for help, and is also unfortunately a tunneler. He is not really the cat that you want to ask for help with novel situations, tending to lapse into standing by asking questions or making critical comments instead of aiding in execution of the idea, but it isn't as though there are many other places for him to be at the moment given the situation, and the little cat's ears angle toward the she-cat, icy gaze drifting to land on her. One tunneler certainly wouldn't be enough for such a sweeping measure, and she of course has yet to actually convince any of them, but it at least appears that Centipedebite is willing to listen despite their narrowed eyes. "And what makes you think that this idea of yours is certain to work?" Though she hadn't said what her idea actually was yet, there were only so many ways that she could go after asking specifically for tunnelers, and their eyes dart to and fro as if scoping out the situation. "We don't have time to waste, so I should hope if we commit to this, you truly are sure." Centipedebite himself didn't really care whether they had to stay or go, really - they were really only intent on potentially having something to do.

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• no ref yet lol

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  ♠. shorthaired solid black with low white & vitiligo, blue-gray eyes
  ♠. 35 moons, ages the 13th of every month; npc x npc
  ♠. afab, he/they/it; masc terms
  ♠. bisexual; single, not purposely looking
  ♠. peaceful & minor harm powerplay permitted
  ♠. not easy to befriend; distrustful & sometimes paranoid
  ♠. may start fights, may end fights, will not show mercy
  ♠. ic opinions!
  

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