Territory WindClan building warmth // dustystar

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp's whiskers trembled as she danced lightly on the spot, a thoughtful expression softening her face. So much had happened lately… Dustystar was busier than ever. Being a leader was hard work, after all! But Weaselchirp had found a tunnel, one she'd helped strengthen alongside her apprentices and friends. It was a good place, a cozy refuge for when the cold came biting. No frozen tails for any of them, she hoped. Though… the cave wasn't quite big enough yet. Not certain, really. It was still a work in progress. The large opening needed to be made smaller, and they definitely needed more exits to keep everyone safe.

Ah! There she was!

" Dustystar! " Weaselchirp called out in a sing-song voice, bounding toward the leader with her orange eyes wide and excited. Her scruffy whiskers twitched as a smile spread across her face. " I have… I have a tunnel! " she yapped eagerly. " One that leads to a larger cave system, ish… I thought it might be perfect for the colder days. Nobody wants a blanket of snow over them to sleep under, hmm? Too cold, too dangerous. And we don't have the barn anymore to keep us warm. " Her thin tail flicked once. " Do you want to see it? " she asked eagerly, eyes wide, almost boring into Dustystar. " It's close to camp. "

Weaselchirp's whiskers twitched as she paced back and forth, tail flicking with determination and her eyes turning in the direction where she knew the entrance was. " We need to make sure the walls are strong... " she muttered, squinting her eyes a bit as she thought of the cats they had in camp. " And the roof can't be too low, or the bigger cats won't fit through easily. Comfort matters... If we connect this tunnel to the others, maybe we can create a whole network of safe places. Imagine! A labyrinth under the prairies, warm and hidden, just for us! "

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[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar often has difficulty keeping up with Weaselchirp. Today is no different. Although she politely smiles and nods along with the older warrior's words, she lags a few seconds behind, having to spend time processing the speech.

indent"That sounds wonderful, Weaselchirp. You said there were... caves?" Dustystar sure hopes she heard that right. Truth be told, she isn't a huge fan of traversing tunnels. She's dove in once or twice, to flush out prey (or Peonypaw) but she rarely ever lingers. The stale air and tight walls make her uneasy. The caves themselves don't sound too bad, though. After all, Dusty doesn't mind her cozy den. "Truth be told, I've been worrying about the winter a bit myself." Although she prides herself of her sleek and shiny coat, the short fur doesn't provide much protection against the cold.

indent"Can you tell me more? Like, is it naturally formed, do you think, or dug out by something else?"

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

.

Weaselchirp paused, turning to look at Dustystar with those impossibly wide orange eyes, her whiskers twitching slightly as a quiet moment passed between them. Then, a gentle warmth crept across her face as she gave the leader a small, firm nod. " There are, indeed. " she said, voice thoughtful but eager. " There's a cave... a bigger one. I think it's natural, far too large to be dug out by bears or anything of the sort. The scents inside are old. Faded. "

She trotted ahead a few steps, leading Dustystar away from camp. " There's a larger entrance, but that can be made smaller with a good set of paws and some work. " She tilted her head slightly, glancing back. " I know you're not overly fond of the tunnels. That's alright. They're not for everyone. " Her tone wasn't teasing, just matter-of-fact, affectionate even. So instead of leading the leader deep underground, she brought her to the cave's broad opening, nestled just beyond the edge of the camp's known bounds. A place with breathing room.

" Come, come. " she chirped, giving Dustystar a gentle bump with her shoulder before blinking up at her again, eyes softening. " …I hope someone's said it already. " she murmured, her voice suddenly gentler. " But I think you're doing a fine job, Dustystar. Leading us. Carrying all this. That's not nothing. " Her smile faltered a little, falling into a rare, sincere frown. " …But I'd rather not see you die. "

And then, lighter again, she pointed a paw toward the entrance. " See? Big enough to make anyone comfortable. We could reinforce it, narrow it a bit. Especially if our newest guest stays. Have you seen him? " She let out a short laugh. " He's m a s s i v e, Dustystar. I thought I'd fallen into a story. " She stepped into the entrance with a flick of her tail, her paws brushing the slope as she descended. " See here, nice little downward slope. Strong ground. Nothing's crumbling. " She turned, ears flicking back as she looked to Dustystar once more. " Then it opens up. Room to breathe. Room to sleep. Less wind. Less chill. It could be something, especially in the biting moons. "

Weaselchirp looked up to the roof of the cavern, her voice quieter now. " We don't have to live in it all the time, no, no. The open sky's lovely, freeing. But this too… this is good. It's safe. It's warm. It can be ready for the biting days to come. We can make it ready for everyone. Us tunnelers... Connect tunnels to the camp. It can also... Be a good thing if ever we need to flee camp. The entrance of the tunnel to this cave is nearby camp. "

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