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[Flamewhisker]

Today marks the third day that they have been trapped in here. She had been trying to stay optimistic for her daughter...but the longer they were in here, the less hopeful she got. Was this going to be their demise? Had any of the journey cats made it to safety, or were they also trapped in this eternal darkness? She used to believe the forest was dark...but no, this was a whole new level of dark. At least in the forest, the moon provided some light. In here, she was believed no light ever touched this place. Even though there were six other cats with her, she felt more alone than ever. Could Starclan see them now? If so...would they at least send a message to their Medicine Cats to send more cats? No...none of the clans can spare more cats...we were their last shot.

Her stomach grumbled, and she sighed silently. Needledrift seemed to be the only one in here that could see, so she had been the one guiding and hunting for them. The first night, Flamewhisker had refused to eat. The other Molly had returned with salamanders to eat! No sane cat would ever eat something like that. Fish, lizards, frogs...she preferred her prey with fur or feathers. Scales or chewy skin were disgusting! She had held her hunger strike as long as she could...but reluctant she had given in. Her tongue still had a fowl taste stuck in it...She was not a Shadowclanner, and now that she had eaten their prey, she was shocked at how they survived.

"I hope we find a lost mouse or something down here...Stars, I would rather eat a badger!" ​

★ born to find that great unknown

• simply talking in the tunnels , tagging everybody bc she isn't talking to anyone in particular :)
  
  @Needledrift @DUSKPOOL @GREENEYES @orangeblossom @Lakemoon . @STORMPAW​
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 24 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse
  — funny guy art by waluigipinball​

 

[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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By day three, Orangeblossom has adjusted enough that not every step sends her spiralling. She's still incredibly uncomfortable beneath the earth, cloying and too-close, forced to rely on her now-oversensitive whiskers and ears rather than her eyesight to navigate by Needledrift's suggestions. They're lucky to have her, she thinks, silently musing on the grey-and-white molly's kind and reassuring demeanour.

Flamewhisker sighs somewhere to her left, and Orangeblossom's head turns towards the ThunderClanner. She'd made it in here with Stormpaw, saving herself the uncertainty of whether her daughter had made it into a tunnel with a different group. Every time she looks towards the pair of ThunderClanners, Orangeblossom finds herself sending a prayer skyward for Cherrypaw's safety and relative happiness. If something had happened to her after Orangeblossom had tried so strongly to keep her home ...

The white-and-ginger molly is in no mood to banter, and there's no space to put her mind to its usual quick retort. But Flamewhisker had said something quite ridiculous, really, and her nose wrinkles.

"I can't imagine a badger would taste very good."
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[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He remained silent, simply offering a flick of a tattered ear, acknowledging the complaint, hunkering further away, pressed up against the cool rock that bit at his skin, chilling his aching bones until they burned despite the warmth radiating off the male, Duskpool couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his frame, biting back an annoyed grunt, instead, a puff of air slipped past a parted maw. Foxdung that hurts. He couldn’t remember a time when his bones ached this much—a constant dull that persisted no matter what position Duskpool lay in, biting the inside of his cheek. Persistent, aren’t ya? He couldn’t help but think, annoyance ruffling obsidian fur.

He was miserable. The lot of them were too, stuck here where light barely shined, relying on a ShadowClanner for help because what else could they do? He’d had hesitated in the beginning, unsure, but Duskpool would never say no to prey, especially when the ShadowClanner had hunted for them. The refusal would have been like a slap to the face, if he’d been in the other’s position, watching cats complain like spoiled brats.

Duskpool grunted in agreement with Orangeblossom’s statement. He shifted his helm in Flamewhisker’s general direction, brow raised, resting lazily against his outstretched paw, body in a half-crescent position, hindlegs pulled tightly into him. “Doubt will be seeing anythin’ but salamanders.” ​

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
The Riverclanner was half convinced she had sprouted a hunch-back from these last few days in the tunnels. At full-height, her head is constantly knocking against jutted rocks and ledges, but with how she had been wearing a bent neck the warrior wasn’t so sure she’d ever be able to reach full height again.
Despite that, she was glad there were no rats down here. Salamanders and frogs she could manage fine thanks to her childhood in the marshes, but Lakemoon never good get accustomed to rats like the rest in the marsh colony.
Where Flamewhisker sighs silently to herself, Lakemoon is settled nearby, forepaw dipping into a shallow puddle of water, a pathetically small amount, but the only thing that soothed the stinging at her cheek.
When the Thunderclanner begins speaking, Lakemoon has no intent to chime in.
Yet, when Orangeblossom and Duskpool chime in, Lakemoons tail begins to twitch with vague interest.
"You’d choose Badger over salamander?" Lakemoon prompts in a coarse hum, and though Flamewhisker can’t see her expression, her brow still quirks out of habit.
"Thunderclan suits you well, then." A rare spark of humor from the rather stoic molly is mused, a thoughtless comment that in hindsight could get her in more trouble than called for, hunger a beast without being trapped in a cramped space.


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[GREENEYES]

The days have marched onward, but the tightness in his chest still lingers. His sister is nowhere to be seen - but then again, neither is most of the journey’s party amid the rock-forged pathways Greeneyes aimlessly wanders in. Darker than a new moon’s sky and with little room to stretch most of the time, there is a constant wrenching at his form with each movement, a sense of dread with each step.

Needledrift is lucky, he thinks - for holding the skills to be able to navigate the shadows of the confines they’re held in. To try to find a way out, to be able to hunt down here. It’s somewhat unfortunate; so much weight is placed on the warrior, and so little is placed on the rest of them, down here. Does she feel the same tightness in her chest that he does? More, even?

Though he’s grateful for her presence, though he hopes his sister is fortunate enough to have a ShadowClanner to - hopefully - lead her to safety too, Greeneyes could do with a little variety in what Needledrift brings back to them. Salamanders, the slimy things. Her catches were enough to keep his energy at an adequate level, sure, but… surely there were some mice hiding down here somewhere?

His head lifts as the silence of the tunnels is broken by Flamewhisker, a relief that he’s not the only one wishing for something else to eat right now.

“I’d rather eat badger than have another bite of slime,” he chimes in from where he’s settled in their time of rest, “At least I’d be able to taste something else for once.” Greeneyes sighs, pulling aching limbs closer to his form. Tired, worn out from rocky travels - Greeneyes can only wish they find the way out of here soon.

“When we get out, I’m going to catch the biggest bird I can find,” he insists with a nod of his head, craving the taste of bird and missing the thrill of such a catch. Perhaps he’ll even share his catch with his fellow cave-dwellers; they deserve a good meal after all of this too.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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