- Apr 3, 2023
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( ♬ ) Winding within the tunnels, the damp air underneath the moorland was always crisp with the smell of heather and peat moss. She moves at a slower pace than normal, patrolling the catacombs that rabbits amd hares had previously laid out; reinforced further by the work of the tunnelers. She keeps close to the wall with ivory whiskers barely brushing the smoothing surface, sunburst gaze kept ahead but blinded by the lack of light. It had been a while, hadn't it? She was sure there was a turn up here somewhere, a turn to lead her deeper into the catacombs. She slows to a stop, flicking her tail against the tunneler behind her. "Isn't there a turn somewhere? I've been down this way so many times before with Sootstar—" She huffs a bit in frustration, tufted ears pulling back as she thought of her mother. A sparing glance the leader gave her at the previous meeting had left her a bit frazzled, but she was certain it was just the setting of the mood. Sootstar was angry and worried all in the same—a possible attack from two clans would be detrimental to WindClan, being heavily outnumbered. So, she had shaken it off—it was just a look, nothing more.
Realizing she had stayed silent for a moment, she shakes her head to rid those thoughts. With a clear of her vocal chords, Cloudedsky resumes her patrol with a more brisk pace than before. The tunnel continued to wind and she followed, only the sensation or touch and smell her only eyes. The tunnel suddenly veers left and she follows it without much thought, but this time the soil begins to smell more stagnant than before. A dusted pink nose scrunched up in distaste, this was certainly different. The walls here felt more damp than that of the moor—the soil felt more rich. The splotched warrior pauses again, this time more abruptly. "Do you feel it?" She murmurs to the patrol behind her. "The air—the air is different. The smell is—oak? Leaves?" She opens her maw to taste it further, letting the scent of moss and leaf litter bathe her tongue. Her head flits back to the others, invisible gaze widening in shock. Could it be...?
"Come on, let's keep going." She carefully paws forward, letting the richness of oak drive her forward. As she continued, the soil grew more moist here and it caked her patched paws. It was similar to the tunnels in ShadowClan—long forgotten and unstable; but wheras the smell of the bog would be near insufferable, this was much more pleasant. It swathes her and caresses her gently, luring her farther and farther in. They're soon surrounded by the scent and it's completely unmistakable. They were under ThunderClan territory. A tingling of excitement nipped at her paws and a smile crinkles her under features. Oh, Sootstar would be so pleased! She'd be so proud of them for finding this new discovery, proud of her for leading them to it! She can just imagine the glowing look of pride upon her mother's face, approval seeping off the Moorland Queen like sugared sap. "We found a tunnel into ThunderClan territory!" She gasped, whirling to meet the face of the cat behind her. "Just like ShadowClan!"
( You should see me in a crown ; I'm gonna run this nothing town )Realizing she had stayed silent for a moment, she shakes her head to rid those thoughts. With a clear of her vocal chords, Cloudedsky resumes her patrol with a more brisk pace than before. The tunnel continued to wind and she followed, only the sensation or touch and smell her only eyes. The tunnel suddenly veers left and she follows it without much thought, but this time the soil begins to smell more stagnant than before. A dusted pink nose scrunched up in distaste, this was certainly different. The walls here felt more damp than that of the moor—the soil felt more rich. The splotched warrior pauses again, this time more abruptly. "Do you feel it?" She murmurs to the patrol behind her. "The air—the air is different. The smell is—oak? Leaves?" She opens her maw to taste it further, letting the scent of moss and leaf litter bathe her tongue. Her head flits back to the others, invisible gaze widening in shock. Could it be...?
"Come on, let's keep going." She carefully paws forward, letting the richness of oak drive her forward. As she continued, the soil grew more moist here and it caked her patched paws. It was similar to the tunnels in ShadowClan—long forgotten and unstable; but wheras the smell of the bog would be near insufferable, this was much more pleasant. It swathes her and caresses her gently, luring her farther and farther in. They're soon surrounded by the scent and it's completely unmistakable. They were under ThunderClan territory. A tingling of excitement nipped at her paws and a smile crinkles her under features. Oh, Sootstar would be so pleased! She'd be so proud of them for finding this new discovery, proud of her for leading them to it! She can just imagine the glowing look of pride upon her mother's face, approval seeping off the Moorland Queen like sugared sap. "We found a tunnel into ThunderClan territory!" She gasped, whirling to meet the face of the cat behind her. "Just like ShadowClan!"