tunnels really complicated // digging

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bunnypounce | 23 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold hotpink
"Dig-dig-dig, bunny is gonna dig up all the dirt," comes the childish sing-song of the girl, quietly ringing out like a high pitched echo through the tunnels. Her job today is to widen a path her partner has found - another rabbit burrow to explore, to flush out if they are lucky enough. She works quite quickly all things considered, hind limbs steadfast and supporting her slim frame as her foreleg scraps away, flinging dirt against her belly and even behind her. Once the opening is widened enough, she'll pack it back down - wandering up and down and back and forth until there is no more troublesome debris, only a smooth path to walk once more. Insects crawl and squirm around her, the smell of damp and dark swarming her senses, but it does not bother her - no, the molly finds it to be quite the comforting change. It is better than the place she grew up, and down here the sun cannot tear and bite at her skin. No - bunny loves the tunnels very much indeed.

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"Please do not dig up all the dirt." Had he had the experience at the time, Sootspot may have tried to convince his mother to allow him to train amidst the surface dwellers. The skills of a tunneler were highly sought after and often overlooked by some of the brutish thugs that admired Sootstar (a respect earned out of sycophancy, he'd believe), but so often it was these animals that were trusted to oversee the raids and recently, they had done an awful job of it. The tunnels were hardly a comfort when family lay injured mere fox lengths above him, but a job was a job and Sootspot had no intentions of abandoning it. Narrow eyes adjusted to the lack of light between the pair, in the darkness, he offered a toothy smirk towards the older tunneler. Hollow and poisoned with worry for things out of his control, yet there nonetheless. "It would make me rather redundant." He mused coyly, stepping forwards. The recently disturbed earth beneath his paws was cold and writhing, a reminder that he would be needing to take a long bath when the sun graced his tricolour pelt once more. Dismissively, he flicked away a worm that had attached itself to his hind toes.

His ears stand to attention, dirt-flecked tufts gracing the ceiling of the shortest part of the tunnel as he listened for what lay ahead. He hadn't been the one to find the burrow either, but its presence piqued his interest - who was to say that it was completely abandoned? Should any lapines by disturbed by the digging and flee to the surface, at least the moor runners would have an easier time at bringing prey back whilst the storm still threatened the lands above. "Do let me know where my assistance is required." Handing authority over felt... wrong, but try as he might, he could not claim himself to be a prodigy compared to those whose experiences underground pre-dated his own. Shaking the uncomfortable feeling away, Sootspoot would allow his yellow-green eyes to fall onto Bunnypounce expectantly.
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— The brown tabby was a silent worker, rarely ever sparing words but that was purely out of anxiety. He enjoyed solo work although that's not how clans functioned, was it? Twigwhisper was reworking the entryway, keeping an eye out for anything that could sneak up on those tunneling further in.
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RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN
bunnypounce | 23 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold hotpink
Bunny has nearly forgotten she is not alone when sootspot speaks up short ears twitching as she turns to look at him - by angling her neck backwards so that her head (and therefor her view of him) is upside down. "Mmmm... bunny is will leave it too you," she offers, giving the earth a good hard pat the only way she can with her oddities - by rolling and pressing herself against the wall and floor until they feel compact once more, until she's certain in it's stability - that it will not collapse. She wriggles her way backwards, an uneven thump-thump-thump as she wobbles heavily, pale gaze flickering pink in the lack of light. "Is your turn, run run run!" she chirrups in a mock-whisper, tail wriggling and wagging happily. Its not a great explanation, but given the situation he'll figure it out - right?

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