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The dark of the tunnels presses in around them, the path before them black as pitch. But Scorchstreak presses forward without hesitation, comfortable as ever with the walls caging her in as she walks. Her tail flicks carefully with each step she takes, brushing against the walls and occasionally even against Rattleheart’s face (because despite her stoicism, the she-cat hasn’t outgrown the urge to annoy her siblings at least a bit).
It’s just the two of them in the tunnels right now, leaving Liz awaiting their return aboveground. They’d decided to check out this isolated tunnel whilst on a regular patrol with their other sibling, and she wonders what their three-legged brother is doing whilst he waits for the tunnelers to return from their small trek underground. "What do moor runners do all day, anyway," she questions, feeling her way forward. The wall at her side begins to curve, a telltale sign that a turn is coming. Simple, she thinks. But as she slinks around the turn in the tunnel, she’s hit with what seems to be a wall of scent.
It’s stinging, makes her eyes water with the force of it. It smells awful, almost like a skunk. But it’s not a skunk, she’s certain of that. "Shit," she grumbles, stopping in her tracks with no warning to Rattleheart. Her head lifts, scenting the stale air of the tunnels. That smell… It’s recognizable, a scent the calico has encountered many times before after so long spent in the tunnels. But as with most scents down here in the dark, it’s muddled, mixed in with the much thicker scent of rabbit.
She looks to her black and white patched sibling, hoping to catch their eye. Her nose wrinkles, dark ear flicking—the only sign of agitation that the lead warrior displays. Ugh, she thinks, as memory begins to filter in. The scent is familiar because… "That’s a fox, isn’t it?" They should turn around. They should move before the fox scents them, before it charges in this enclosed space. Scorchstreak doesn’t worry for their ability to fight a fox—but just the two of them, pressed into the tight space of the tunnels? She’d much prefer to bring any sort of fight out into the open.
// pls wait for both @RATTLEHEART and @Lizardbounce !!
It’s just the two of them in the tunnels right now, leaving Liz awaiting their return aboveground. They’d decided to check out this isolated tunnel whilst on a regular patrol with their other sibling, and she wonders what their three-legged brother is doing whilst he waits for the tunnelers to return from their small trek underground. "What do moor runners do all day, anyway," she questions, feeling her way forward. The wall at her side begins to curve, a telltale sign that a turn is coming. Simple, she thinks. But as she slinks around the turn in the tunnel, she’s hit with what seems to be a wall of scent.
It’s stinging, makes her eyes water with the force of it. It smells awful, almost like a skunk. But it’s not a skunk, she’s certain of that. "Shit," she grumbles, stopping in her tracks with no warning to Rattleheart. Her head lifts, scenting the stale air of the tunnels. That smell… It’s recognizable, a scent the calico has encountered many times before after so long spent in the tunnels. But as with most scents down here in the dark, it’s muddled, mixed in with the much thicker scent of rabbit.
She looks to her black and white patched sibling, hoping to catch their eye. Her nose wrinkles, dark ear flicking—the only sign of agitation that the lead warrior displays. Ugh, she thinks, as memory begins to filter in. The scent is familiar because… "That’s a fox, isn’t it?" They should turn around. They should move before the fox scents them, before it charges in this enclosed space. Scorchstreak doesn’t worry for their ability to fight a fox—but just the two of them, pressed into the tight space of the tunnels? She’d much prefer to bring any sort of fight out into the open.
// pls wait for both @RATTLEHEART and @Lizardbounce !!
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