Today's after-patrol game was racing a few rabbits through the moor. A favorite pasttime, perhaps, of the tunneler who was mostly bound within the confines of Windclan's webbing tunnels, only merely listening as her clanmate's paws thundered above her, free to race along the moor, unbound by the stipulation of their size and able to race below the birds as they flew ahead on that warm, comforting breeze. This, this was the closest she could get to that. When Badgermoon found her, she'd just "beat" a hare in a full-blown race, panting as her sides heaved but the biggest grin on her lilac face, triumph in her golden gaze as she stared at the burrow the small leporid had disappeared into. Her pelt was hot, warm from the unforgiving sun's rays and from the adrenaline making her blood roar and boil under the surface, and she glanced up above where a small crow was wheeling and flying on drafts, seeming to play with the wind, wondering idly if it was cooler up above or warmer as it got closer to the sun's rays.
A voice brought her out of her wondering and she ducked her head sheepishly, knowing she'd been caught. A shameful yet still playful glance over her shoulder told her that the cat who caught her was Badgermoon-not the best cat to be caught being foolish by thanks to his rank, but not the absolute worst either. Doverunner gave a flick of her tail, giggling nervously to herself as she swallowed another breath and straightened herself up. "I never get to run like this... plus I already patrolled and hunted, so you can't say I put off my duties!" She quickly defended, her tone joking but her eyes reading just how sorry she felt as she approached the other, dragging her paws regretfully through the sand.
Upon being asked if she had fun, she perked up a little, her grin more bright and her eyes twinkling with creativity. "Oh yeah! I've been trying to convince someone to let me make a course for apprentices to race under and above the training ground-there's already an old burrow there that the hares abandoned thanks to our scent being so strong, it just needs to be worked on and made secure! It'll encourage good practice for swiftness for both tunnelers and moor-runners, plus! For hunting purposes, we can capture young hares and have apprentices chase and race them through the course, which encourages hunting!" She broke into her ramble quickly, motioning to her previous antics with excitement as her ideas just bubbled out of her, "Training to fight is important, but with everything, I think the apprentices would appreciate some good, old fashioned fun that also helps them! What do you think?"
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