SATURDAY IN THE PARK [ mouseflight ]

[rivewhisper]

There is a rabbit hung limp in her jaws- one she had just caught. Her paws drummed the earth, something that was ever so comforting. Despite the sickness in the clan, there was one thing that didn't change- she had prey to hunt, and cats to feed, and... friends to look out for. Some tunnelers were keeping to the tunnels in this period of time, which was understandable, but she needed to make sure they were okay.

Relief found her when owl-blue eyes found the pelt she was looking for, and Rivewhisper approached. "Mouseflight!" She called ahead, her tail sweeping behind her. Hopefully, he didn't dive back into the tunnels. "I have somethin' for you!" Rivewhisper called through the rabbit, dropping it as she grew near the mouth of the tunnel he had just emerged from.

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // @Mouseflight
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Mouseflight]

The tunnels are both a sanctuary and a hell for the tunneler, the fears of collapse and death choke him when he is within the dark dirt-surrounded things, but the relief that there is no yellowcough down here, there is no chance of death by illness that he had gone to the mountains and back to eradicate fuels him more than the fear and panic. It is from within these tunnels that the small WindClanner resides instead of out in the open air like he'd prefer, not until the threat of illness is gone will he truly return to camp - this he is sure of - but it is lonely, and he is out of the loop. Only in passing does he see others but usually he flees before they can get too near, down into the tunnels to speak a large distance apart instead of face to face as many cats preferred, and though it is dark he's used to it for although the darkness can bring that choking suffocation of death breathing down his back it can also bring comfort of quiet, of safety.

Despite this feeling though he does have to emerge sometimes, to get food or water, to stretch his limbs, to make sure that WindClan is still there. Despite his fears he is still the ever-present wanna-be hero of the moors, in his own mind there to watch over those he actually cared about and to make sure it was known that his clan was the best... that he was the best, even if it was from a distance. He stretches, limbs built for tunneling reaching out into the sun-warmed earth before large ears flick towards the sound of someone approaching, the sound of his name being called, and though he wants to rush back into the tunnels he instead turns to look to the familiar voice of Rivewhisper, relief that she's not dead or seemingly sick washing over him. "Ah! You didn't have to." he'd respond to the offer of the rabbit, ears flicking back for a moment as his face screwed up a little, feelings unknown by appearance but certainly not disgust.

"It's not like I've been contributing much to camp." More like at all really, the few times a group of moor-runners or tunnelers he'd caught sight of and got their attention to bring the small amount of prey back he'd been able to find certainly couldn't account for much.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ amab - he/him - 22 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[rivewhisper]

Having seen him so little was worrying- was that perhaps why she came out here? To make sure he still lived and breathed, he wasn't infected? Rivewhisper swallowed lightly as she tread closer, observing first with her eyes then her other senses. He only smelled of the tunnels, no reek of sick. A breath left her, eyes turning half-lidded briefly with relief before he speaks. The emotion that displays on his face is brief, one she can't hold onto long- but regardless, her fur flattens and she opens up.

"You're still a clanmate." Rivewhisper defends quietly. Her eyes search his before she invites herself, sitting down near him as her head cranes over the moorland. Barely regrowing, but the frost that threatens each morning is halting the growth that has begun. She's just happy it no longer tastes of ash- even if it smells of yellowcough instead. ".. Mouseflight? Can I ask why you're staying away?" She is quiet at first, before she begins to explain why she asks. Nervousness, no- hesitation, yes.

"I.. could understand the yellowcough, but I- cats miss you. You're our friend." Rivewhisper explains. She shifts her vision towards the tunneler, searching him for a brief moment. Another check, now that she was closer, to ensure there was no wounds. She attempts to joke, and though she's no Pinkshine, she thinks she does quite well. "You've become more mole then cat." She teases, a small smile finding her scarred visage, humming quietly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, fourteen moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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