- Mar 12, 2023
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❝ The blackness of night is slowly, but surely creeping over the heads of them all. Treeless as their skies were, no one could hide from it. And yet, as the rest of the clan begins to settle in— slow, idle chatter washing over camp, the dusk patrol returning after their rounds— there's a stray pair of tunnelers returning, still. "Huh. Got caught up?" she'd call to them, comfortably sprawled out on her side with a brow quirked in question. Webwhisker hardly saw the point in working yourself to the bone when it was finally the season for moor-runners to be useful again.
All the good talkin' buddies are taken, though, and she has nothing better to do than scare the shit out of them; either that, or be the one to tell them the legend for the fifth time. Whether she'd be met with screams or eyerolls, she was happy, honest. Webwhisker cracks a lopsided grin; whistles lowly to accompany her warning. "You suure you wanna be out there so late at night?" They pause for dramatic effect, allowing their question to linger in the air, like there was a reason; somethin' to look out for. Webwhisker would turn away from them, eyes half-lidded. She shrugs. "To each their own, I guess. But yaknow... Once upon a time, another gal got just the same idea you had, y'know? Was creepin' around under there at night... Was leaf-bare, y'know, and she caught that telltale whiff of rabbit–" She cuts herself off to lift her nose in exaggerated sniffs, like she was in those very same tunnels. Whiskers quivering, nose twitching...
"So she went runnin', but the thing was fast, she pushed and pushed and pushed until the tunnels very walls couldn't handle her racket. WHAM–!" Webwhisker barks, anyone not already listenin' to her probably would be, at this point. She's a skilled actress, really. "The ceiling's comin' down! And, oho" They chuckle lowly. "So was she, Never heard from again." The dark fur along her spine gradually flattens. They'd offer an ominous look to anyone who'd been lookin' at them. "Well, was a long time ago now..."
Webwhisker rolls her shoulders. "But they say you can hear her in the walls when you're down there at night... like there's hardly anythin' seperatin' you from her tomb. And she's a spiteful girl, ya see..." They'd grin wickedly to any fellow tunnelers nearby, claws flashing sudden in the gleam of the moon. "Make the same mistake as her, an she might just drag ya down with her!"
[ @AMBERTAIL ; but not pafp! >:) ]
All the good talkin' buddies are taken, though, and she has nothing better to do than scare the shit out of them; either that, or be the one to tell them the legend for the fifth time. Whether she'd be met with screams or eyerolls, she was happy, honest. Webwhisker cracks a lopsided grin; whistles lowly to accompany her warning. "You suure you wanna be out there so late at night?" They pause for dramatic effect, allowing their question to linger in the air, like there was a reason; somethin' to look out for. Webwhisker would turn away from them, eyes half-lidded. She shrugs. "To each their own, I guess. But yaknow... Once upon a time, another gal got just the same idea you had, y'know? Was creepin' around under there at night... Was leaf-bare, y'know, and she caught that telltale whiff of rabbit–" She cuts herself off to lift her nose in exaggerated sniffs, like she was in those very same tunnels. Whiskers quivering, nose twitching...
"So she went runnin', but the thing was fast, she pushed and pushed and pushed until the tunnels very walls couldn't handle her racket. WHAM–!" Webwhisker barks, anyone not already listenin' to her probably would be, at this point. She's a skilled actress, really. "The ceiling's comin' down! And, oho" They chuckle lowly. "So was she, Never heard from again." The dark fur along her spine gradually flattens. They'd offer an ominous look to anyone who'd been lookin' at them. "Well, was a long time ago now..."
Webwhisker rolls her shoulders. "But they say you can hear her in the walls when you're down there at night... like there's hardly anythin' seperatin' you from her tomb. And she's a spiteful girl, ya see..." They'd grin wickedly to any fellow tunnelers nearby, claws flashing sudden in the gleam of the moon. "Make the same mistake as her, an she might just drag ya down with her!"
[ @AMBERTAIL ; but not pafp! >:) ]