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Gorsepaw still did not understand tunnelers. They liked the tight confines of dirt and turned from the wide open expanse of the prairie. She would bet they also liked the interior of the medicine den. Its sharp smells and tight quarters made her feel so trapped. These past weeks in there were starting to grate on her. So she concocted a plan.First step was to pretend to wake from a deep sleep. Next step was to murmur to Meadowpaw and Dimmingsun in her best sleepy voice she needed to make dirt. If that fooled them, she would quickly hobble to the apprentice den. There she would do her best on a stiff leg to maneuver around sleeping peers to Chickpaw's nest. "Follow me!" she would then whisper to her friend. The pair would then leave WindClan camp.
She felt pretty proud of herself that all of that worked, and the pair of apprentices had left camp without a single warrior stopping them. Gorsepaw sat a little way into the territory now, stretching out her leg like Meadowpaw had showed her. "Okay, I was thinking we could sneak back to the barn," she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. Not that anyone was forbidden from going there, but mentors seemed hesitant to take their wards back to where a lot of them lost loved ones. It was a scar on the clan, puffy and pink and deep. It was a morbid curiosity to go back to where Alder and Chicken and so many others died. She wondered if Chickpaw felt that same morbid curiosity ever.
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- ooc: @Chickpaw
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silver tabby with high white and yellow-green eyes. a grumpy, independent she-cat that prefers to bite before she speaks. raised by alder. adopted sibling to icepaw and pebblepaw.