camp SOMEBODY ELSE ✿ vicious attack

[Petalpaw ★]

His nose smudged dirt and his eyes blinking tears from the grit drifting down brushed by his head, Petalpaw dislikes his new duties; he hates the feeling of being so filthy and he hates the sensation of drowning in earth that creeping along the tunnels fills him with, but he tries. Stars above, he tries so hard. He doesn't want to be difficult, he wants to be a good warrior one day, but everytime he must venture forth into the darkness he spends a moment quietly steeling himself at the edge before diving in.
Today he is simply moving around the entrance to several tunnels, trying to push past his nerves to explore deeper by forcing himself to exist within them for as long as he can handle it. Lambcurl is not around this time, so his only comfort is the quiet shuffling of cats moving outside and overhead still. He sees something in the side of the tunnel moving, a ripple of dirt as tiny grit and grain tumble down from a hole almost smaller than whisker. Petalpaw leans in to examine it with wide blue eyes.
Within the darkness something clamps down onto the tender pink of his nose as he pushes about the dirt with it in curiousity.

He can not call for help. This is perhaps the worst part, that his pain is a soundless opening of his mouth and rush of air that utters out a shrill splitting noise that contains no words; only panic. Petalpaw stumbles back, twisting backwards in the dark and bumping his head back and forth into the thick dirt walls around him as he manages to turn himself fully about to rush back out of the tunnels bending corridors and into the camp once more with a leap that almost propells him a foot into the air.
Attached to his nose, clinging with oddly shaped pincers, is a mole cricket. His assailant displayed now in full as he rolls around on the flattened grass with sputtering squeaks of sound.

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[Ooc]
Petalpaw meets a mole cricket.

Tunneler Prompt: Rabbits and hares aren't the only threat in the tunnels! One day your patrol comes across something unexpected. What do they do?
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[Bluepool]

A blurr of lilac furr rushes past her, filling her nostrils with the smell of earth and dirt and something else. "What the-?" she says, looking up from the spot where she had been licking. Her pale yellow eyes sweep the camp, confused, before landing on Petalpaw's form, desperately trying to shake something off of his nose. He rolls in the dirt, calling out in the only way he can. It is clear the youth is panicked and Bluepool makes her way over, worried. When she sees what it is she can almost laugh. A bug was causing all this panic. "Ah looks like you got yourself in quite a predicament kiddo" she says, taking a seat but making sure she was well out of range should he decide to roll right into her. "You gotta stop rolling around so someone can help, I can't get to it with you flailing like that. Just take a deep breath and relax it'll be okay" Well, he would have to see Vulturemask later probably and that would suck but she's sure everything else will be just fine.

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[TIGERFROST]

TIGERFROST ♂

0/9

WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

HEALTH: ████████████████████​

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A flurry of paws and the vocals of Bluepool. Tigerfrost looks up from his meal, robin feathers clinging to his stout. Petalpaw was thrashing about with some sort of critter on his nose, a cricket, it looked like. Tigerfrost observes in icy, looming silence, quietly amused at the scene. Bluepool seems to want to help, but the tabby Lead Warrior seems disinterested in leaving his meal for now. Petalpaw would have to work it all out by himself, perhaps learn that bugs were not typically something to be feared. A wasp he could understand, but a mole-cricket? He'd be fine once he realized how to crush the insect. With a casual flick of his tail, Tigerfrost goes back to devouring his meal. He understood quite well that experience was often the best teacher, even if it was not always the kindest.​

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

It isn’t so much Petalpaw’s leaping entrance into camp that draws the calico tunneler’s attention, but instead their next actions. It’s, unfortunately, not unheard of for WindClanners to race across the moor without regard for how disruptive their energetic return to camp may be. They don’t usually begin rolling around in the grass when they win, however. So with a grunt of effort, the tunneler draws herself up from where she’s relaxing—she’s concerned, just the same as Bluepool. It’s clear as she watches Bluepool talking to him that the problem isn’t life-threatening, though, and she slows her pace.

"Not too worried about him, huh?" She questions Tigerfrost with a lighthearted brush of her tail against his shoulder as she passes by him on her way over to the others. She strides over to stand beside the blue-striped moor runner, staring down at Petalpaw. Bluepool explains what the younger cat should do, and she likely has the situation under control—but it couldn’t hurt to have another warrior to help out just in case.

The expression that crosses her face is entirely unimpressed as she spots the source of Petalpaw’s issue. He’s a tunneler, is he not? He should be used to bugs of all sorts crawling over him, biting, stinging. She sighs, golden eyes narrowing. "It’s a cricket; just swat it. You’ll be fine." There’s no need for all the dramatics of rolling around in the grass, is there?
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[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[REDRUMBLE]

"MAY YOUR FEET SERVE YOU WELL, AND THE REST BE SENT TO HELL"​

Crawling up and out of one of her own tunnels after a small exhibition to check on how they were fairing during the recent storms, Redrumble took a second to shake loose any dust in her fur and ears before really taking in what was going on in the camp she had just entered. Alarming, what she had walked into was a bit of chaos. And not the type of chaos she was used to, with knashing fangs and guttural growls. No. This was more the chaos of clan life which, on occasion, surprised her.

Looking like they were putting on a show for all to see, a whirlwind of fluff was rolling across the clearing in front of multiple warriors, squeaking in anguish but seemingly unable to speak their predicament. The blue tabby chimera headed closer, immediately picking up on the words of the warrior's as she pulled up on the other side of Scorchstreak. The little silent apprentice... It was hard to remember their name when they barely talked, over shadowed in her memories by the more outgoing kids of his age group.

Instead of dwelling on her lack of memory, she turned her gaze to the problem at hand. The little creature stuck to his sensitive nose. If the silent apprentice was still rolling, Redrumble would put out a paw on his path, hoping to stop him from continuing the nearly endless cycle. ❝ Whoa whoa. Like they said, you can't be helped by flailing! You'll wack one of us! ❞ Gentle placing a paw to possibly stop any additional squirming, the small tabby looked to Bluepool for help getting it off.

❝ I think these guys are useful to the tunnels. I've seen their trails breaking up the harder dirt that can be difficult to dig through. ❞ She looked down at Petalpaw before giving a light laugh. ❝ I'm sure it's not fun being pinched by one of its digging claws though! Let's hope you don't lose that nose~ ❞ A joke, albeit maybe not the best to say to a child with the mentioned creatures attached to it.
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