- Jan 15, 2023
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The tunnels are where Scorchstreak belongs. She could even call it her truest home, the sprawling, interconnected underground network. She was brought into this world surrounded by earth on all sides, and she can only pray that’s how she’ll leave it.
The vast plains of the moorland seem the opposite of where the calico would fit in the best, the sky too blue, too open, too vulnerable. They feel as though they must constantly watch their back, look over their shoulder for danger. In the tunnels, an attack can only come from one of two ways: in front or behind. In close quarters it’s easier to defend themself, to back up against a wall and claw and bite and protect. But some days she is drawn out of her tunnels and into the open air of WindClan’s territory, popping out of one tunnel entrance and into another.
She’s about to slip into the mouth of the next burrow when her paw catches on something half-buried in the damp dirt. Around the tunnel entrance the dirt is loose, easy to brush aside, and Scorchstreak does so with ease. With a dirt-sullied paw, the calico is able to shift the object until the entire thing is visible.
Sunset-gold eyes narrow, head tilting to the side as she inspects the object. It’s shiny and silver, flat under the press of her paw. One side of it is straight and flat, the other slightly curved and with sharp teeth sticking out from its edge. It looks dangerous. "Huh…" She mutters under her breath, crouching down to inspect it closer—she’s already low to the ground, but wants to see it as close as possible. It’s not of WindClan’s making, she’s certain. It must be some sort of strange, dangerous human object; perhaps a tool used to dig, like cats’ own claws. Whatever it is, it’s intriguing.
// scorch found a knife in the territory (:
The vast plains of the moorland seem the opposite of where the calico would fit in the best, the sky too blue, too open, too vulnerable. They feel as though they must constantly watch their back, look over their shoulder for danger. In the tunnels, an attack can only come from one of two ways: in front or behind. In close quarters it’s easier to defend themself, to back up against a wall and claw and bite and protect. But some days she is drawn out of her tunnels and into the open air of WindClan’s territory, popping out of one tunnel entrance and into another.
She’s about to slip into the mouth of the next burrow when her paw catches on something half-buried in the damp dirt. Around the tunnel entrance the dirt is loose, easy to brush aside, and Scorchstreak does so with ease. With a dirt-sullied paw, the calico is able to shift the object until the entire thing is visible.
Sunset-gold eyes narrow, head tilting to the side as she inspects the object. It’s shiny and silver, flat under the press of her paw. One side of it is straight and flat, the other slightly curved and with sharp teeth sticking out from its edge. It looks dangerous. "Huh…" She mutters under her breath, crouching down to inspect it closer—she’s already low to the ground, but wants to see it as close as possible. It’s not of WindClan’s making, she’s certain. It must be some sort of strange, dangerous human object; perhaps a tool used to dig, like cats’ own claws. Whatever it is, it’s intriguing.
// scorch found a knife in the territory (:
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