pafp SLEEPY HOLLOW | ghost stories


Forlornly, Sedgepounce stares out at a world drenched in stormy grays, crouched in the relative safety (and unfortunate discomfort) of a stray moorland tunnel. Five minutes in and he's already longing for the open, breathable expanse of abovegrounds—he'd retreat there now if not for the sudden downpour that now rages overhead. But as it is, he'd rather suffer the cramped quarters of the tunnels rather than risk losing all his fur to a stray bolt of lightning. For now, he waits.

Beside him huddles Downyfur, the savior to his small patrol. When the rain hit, she'd popped up from the grass and led them to cover; at the expense of the fur on her head, too, which now clings wetly to their skin. It makes her head look cartoonishly small compared to the rest of her huge, fluffy pelt, but Sedgepounce can't really make out a whole lot in the tunnel's pervasive darkness.

Sedgepounce sighs, dropping his chin to his paws. His own fur was drenched by the storm in his bolt to cover. It sticks to him and the tunnel dirt both without much discrimination. Every small movement causes him to brush against some hollowed-out part of the wall or ceiling, and twice already he's bumped his head. It's all a bit miserable.

"Got any scary stories?" Sedgepounce wonders, lifting his gaze toward Downyfur through the dark. "Beetlenose use to freak me out with tunnel stories when I was younger. Sh—She, uh, had this one about an old badger's ghost that used to really get me." A shiver wracks through him—not from any residual fear, but from the cold radiating off of the soil walls around them.

// pls wait for @downyfur !! :3c