storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Jun 1, 2023 22:41:39 GMT -6
#s://live~staticflickr~com/7401/10257578375_7fd75141d2_z~jpg Hunkered down, the dilute tortoiseshell was inside one of the many tunnels that ran through the territory in an underground maze. However, she knew exactly where she was. Mousestep wanted to make sure that the tunnels east of camp were still stable and weren't going to collapse. Not anytime soon, probably never. However, her mind then went to the idea of how some cats hated the tunnels. It caused her heart to race and her stomach to ache. The she-cat could not imagine her life without the tunnels. Having excelled through warrior training, Mousestep was placed into her tunnel training due to her high intelligence and studious behavior. It worked out well, as she showed great promise in the tunneling field, even with Stagpaw's distractions in the beginning. Mousestep had slowly made her way out of one of the tunnels, before giving her delicate coat a quick shake to get the debris off her. A quick look around made her notice a small sparrow in the distance. Odd, as it should have taken off for warmer weather by now. The she-cat lowered herself to the ground, as she began to circle herself to be upwind from the feathered prey. Her shoulders began to roll, as the molly began to get ready to pounce on the bird. However, a rustle of the trees above, presumably another animal, caused the sparrow to fly away. Mousestep silently cursed under her breath, before rising once more. 'Guess I should keep the hunting to the warriors,' she shook her head, before looking back at the tunnels. Mousepaw then remembered when she was asked to switch from warrior training to tunneler training. What would have changed if she had just stayed a normal warrior? Would her and Stagleap be together still? Would she even know who Barkshade is? What about her brother, Darkpaw? Would that have caused anything different in him, not wanting to seem as though he is following in his big sister's pawprints? Or would he want to? The question rang in her ears, as she snapped back to reality. The tunnels is where she belongs, and it's where she wants to stay. The tunnels were the blood that ran throughout the clan's territory. Without it, they would be nothing. |
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Post by adrian on Nov 26, 2023 21:18:17 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/Rzg0Kyc/dark~jpg Darkflame normally avoided the entrances to the tunnels now, when he could. He just didn't have the affinity for it that his mentor suggested he might. Sometimes, he thought that he was only pushed into tunneler training because Moustestep pursued that path, and as her brother, obviously he was going to do the same. It was annoying, but he guessed it wasn't that uncommon for siblings to have similar skills. He just hated wandering around in such a dark maze. He wanted to hunting with his friends, practice sparring, that sort of thing. Not get covered in dirt and dust. No offense to tunnelers. Anyway, he normally avoided the entrances now. Maybe there was a sense of guilt around not finishing tunneler training. Or maybe he just worried he'd run into his sister and then they'd have to talk. But this time, he took a short cut which guaranteed he would pass by one of the tunnel exits. Surely there was no chance that he would just suddenly run into Moustestep there, right? Wrong. Immediately wrong. There she was, shaking off dirt and dust from being in the tunnels for who know how long. He paused, but he wasn't exactly going to walk away from her now that they were face to face. With a frown, he tactlessly asked, "Were you hunting?" That sounded judgmental, he decided. "Sorry. I saw the sparrow." |
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storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Jan 4, 2024 9:59:46 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/5giGWg2~jpg Mousestep was about to start to head toward the direction that the sparrow flew away from when a voice called from in front of her, causing her to come face to face with one cat she hoped to not run into.
As much as she had adopted the "big sister" role toward her younger brother with her parent's push, it didn't mean that she liked him. They were not even the same in any regard. It was astonishing that they were from the same family honestly. But, they finally did share something in common: a warrior name. Mousestep sat in the crowd near Stagleap, Shadowpaw, and Barkshade as the apprentices received their names. As much as she wouldn't admit it, she was happy for Darkflame, and happy that he had the support system that he did growing up.
"Darkflame," she simply addressed him. "One second earlier, and you would have been the one to scare it off," she lightly scolded, not having the usual energy to hurl insults his way. "I guess my eyes haven't adjusted to the light yet from the tunnels," she commented, before her eyes beamed toward the sky. Well-seasoned tunnelers were known to have trouble seeing after emerging from the tunnels. Was she finally becoming one of them?
"Come on, fuzzbrain. Use your warrior skills, and we can hopefully get some prey back to the clan," she walked up and nudged his shoulder. Mousestep remembered when she was younger as an apprentice and when she was friends with Darkflame and everyone else that he hung around with. However, once she started seeing Stagleap, it quickly shifted. Could she ever get back to that way with her younger brother? Who knows, if he stopped being so annoying.
As the she-cat began to track the flown bird, she knew that maybe she could actually catch up on her sibling. "So, how is being a warrior now? Still able to hang out with the rest of them?" |
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