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The earth rumbles, stones clattering at Finchkit's paws as she stares down the darkened tunnel, self-assurance and determination glimmering in her gaze as she stands head-on, ready to face the oncoming danger. All kinds of beasts lurk down here, and as a mighty WindClanner, it falls to her to take care of them, especially when she's the only one brave enough to stand up to them. Everybody else had quailed in fear, some even going so far as to warn her not to go down there, but she would never turn and run from a challenge - or a good mystery, one which is about to be revealed as the very walls begin to vibrate. Whatever it is, she'll drive it back; nothing could ever stand in the way of her might! The light in the conveniently well-lit cavern she finds herself in flickers, as though the very elements are warning her, but she only takes a step forward, crouching slightly to prepare for the legendary battle that is to come. Finally, finally, when it seems the beast can't get any closer without slipping into the light - she catches a glimpse, flashes of whatever it is. Smoothed skin, marred over with dirt - is that a hint of pink...? It releases a horrible screech, one that could be heard all the way down to RiverClan camp, and back, and just as it slithers all the way into the light -
- Finchkit wakes with a start, sleep-addled brain still trapped in the throes of her dream as she flails about, paws extended as though she might still meet the creature haunting her dreams. "Huh - wha-?" she slurs, blinking away visions of giant worms to find that she's been in camp all along, no mighty beasts anywhere in sight. Confusion drips heavily off of her for a moment, before her recollection slowly starts to come back to her - she'd laid down in a sunbeam, relishing the warmth, and even though she swore it would just be for a second, she must have fallen asleep. All this worm talk lately must be getting to her or something like that, what with her incredibly cool and skilled and awesome dream self hunting down some sort of giant worm in the tunnels, and even as she's only just fully waking up, Finchkit makes a note to ask one of the tunnelers if it's really like that down there. For now, though, her curiosity must know bounds, because she'd much rather get rid of all that excess energy she's stored up while napping.
Shaking herself out as if it will speed up the process. tottering paws bear her weight even before she knows where's she's going. It's like magic - with no aim in mind, she's drawn towards something, and so happy as a hare, she trots along, only getting tripped up because the rest of her body is still waking up one time (okay, maybe more than once, but it's not her fault somebody left a perfectly-trippable rock right there in the middle of camp!). There's plenty of things to do around here, always something new to satisfy her curiosity, but lots of them are no fun alone; the sight of a familiar dappled pelt draws a cheeky grin to her face, and silently she thanks her paws for leading her right to her sister. "PINK-KIT!" she hollers, as though the other kitten could possibly miss her even at her normal volume. "Pink-kit! I just had this craaaazy dream where I was fighting a giant worm! You think the...um, the tunnelers ever do that? Anyways, I think we should play explore! Oh, or play run around camp! Oh oh, or we could throw worms at each other!"
- Finchkit wakes with a start, sleep-addled brain still trapped in the throes of her dream as she flails about, paws extended as though she might still meet the creature haunting her dreams. "Huh - wha-?" she slurs, blinking away visions of giant worms to find that she's been in camp all along, no mighty beasts anywhere in sight. Confusion drips heavily off of her for a moment, before her recollection slowly starts to come back to her - she'd laid down in a sunbeam, relishing the warmth, and even though she swore it would just be for a second, she must have fallen asleep. All this worm talk lately must be getting to her or something like that, what with her incredibly cool and skilled and awesome dream self hunting down some sort of giant worm in the tunnels, and even as she's only just fully waking up, Finchkit makes a note to ask one of the tunnelers if it's really like that down there. For now, though, her curiosity must know bounds, because she'd much rather get rid of all that excess energy she's stored up while napping.
Shaking herself out as if it will speed up the process. tottering paws bear her weight even before she knows where's she's going. It's like magic - with no aim in mind, she's drawn towards something, and so happy as a hare, she trots along, only getting tripped up because the rest of her body is still waking up one time (okay, maybe more than once, but it's not her fault somebody left a perfectly-trippable rock right there in the middle of camp!). There's plenty of things to do around here, always something new to satisfy her curiosity, but lots of them are no fun alone; the sight of a familiar dappled pelt draws a cheeky grin to her face, and silently she thanks her paws for leading her right to her sister. "PINK-KIT!" she hollers, as though the other kitten could possibly miss her even at her normal volume. "Pink-kit! I just had this craaaazy dream where I was fighting a giant worm! You think the...um, the tunnelers ever do that? Anyways, I think we should play explore! Oh, or play run around camp! Oh oh, or we could throw worms at each other!"
