PAFP Camp WindClan dig, dig, dig deep down! // cloverpaw

[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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It was fun, having an apprentice! Cloverpaw was well on her way to warriorhood now, but still, it was fun. It was comforting. It was good. Weaselchirp loved watching her try, watching her dig with those determined little paws. Even before she'd been assigned as her mentor, she'd noticed Cloverpaw working, digging like the earth told her secrets. She'd make a fine warrior. A tunneler, through and through! Purring to herself, Weaselchirp hummed a tune as she carved another stretch of tunnel, paw over paw, the dirt cool and crumbly around her claws.

" And we dig, dig, dig, deeper down, find a place, nice and round... A space for all to curl and sleep... A hollow spot that we can-- " She paused, blinking slowly as she stared at the wall. " ...Leap? Keep? Ah! Keep! " she meowed triumphantly, giving a curt nod. " A hollow spot that we can keep~! " She chirped the final line, delighted, before glancing back over her shoulder at Cloverpaw, eyes glittering like fireflies in the dark.

" How are you holding up back there, Clover, dear? " she meowed brightly. " I think we're nearly to that space I was sniffing out, feels like it's just ahead! " She shuffled aside a bit of loose earth, nodding to herself. " Close to camp, big enough to stretch out in. Nice for winter, once we shore it up a bit. " Her whiskers twitched with satisfaction. " Can't have our Clanmates sleeping without sturdy walls. Wouldn't do, no no. Dirt should hold you, not bury you. "

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66 MOONS

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A break from the greenleaf heat was just what Cloverpaw had been hoping for. Her dense fur was a great asset in the leafbare chill, but once the warmer seasons came around she found it much harder to tolerate the heat. The tunnels were a perfect solution to that - even with the sun beating down, the earth around her seemed comfortably cool as she widened out the tunnel they were digging. While Weaselchirp had been excavating, digging deeper into the earth, Cloverpaw had been following behind her and widening out the tunnel so that a larger cat could fit inside comfortably.

In spite of her focus on clearing out space underground, she still heard Weaselchirp's little rhyme, a smile making its way onto her face as it came together. The odd way her mentor spoke had been a surprise at first, but by this point she found it comforting. "It's goin' well back here. I've tried packin' down dirt onto the walls to make 'em sturdier." She'd heard some of her clanmates had run into flooded tunnels, and she knew they could cave in - so she was meticulous about packing the walls down firmly when she dug to prevent them the best as she could. Especially with a tunnel so close to camp...

"I never thought about cats sheltering in tunnels during leafbare..." It would make sense, though... a small enclosed tunnel would hold warmth well. More reason to make sure this tunnel was as safe as possible.

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• Cloverpaw she/her & windclan
  ✿ lh red lynx mink w/ white spotting
  ✿ 11 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ✿ Slight suppressed southern accent
  
  
  penned by pastelskulls
  template by scarlet
  template art by lassie​

 

[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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A soft, steady purr rumbled from Weaselchirp's chest as she glanced back at Cloverpaw, her orange eyes warm, her smile crooked and sincere. " Yes, yes... In the barn, we had the barn. " she mused, nodding as she dug. " Kept the wind off our backs. Held the snow like it was just another layer of fur. What have we here? " She tilted her head slightly, ears twitching as she pressed forward through the soil. She could feel it, they were close. So very close. If this worked out… If the space was big enough… If it held…

Yes, and if they carved connecting tunnels between them, with two exits each... Yes. A lookout at each end, one who slept light and listened better than most. It could work. It could really work. " Sturdy walls are good walls. " she sang out, her voice sing-song and delighted. " Fine job, fine job indeed, Clover! I'm proud of you! "

Then her paw struck empty space. Her scrunkly whiskers quivered with excitement. She gave a breathless little gasp. " Oh! I think we found it! " With renewed energy, she scraped more dirt aside, widening the hole just enough to poke her head through, and there it was. A hollow. Faint scents clung to the air, but old ones, harmless. No recent claim. It was theirs now. Weaselchirp squirmed the rest of the way through, her wiry frame slipping easily into the open space. She stood still for a moment on the compacted earth, letting her wide eyes scan every inch of it.

Big. Quiet. Good bones. The entrance would need narrowing, no use letting the cold wander in, or big predators... But the den itself could hold cats. Vulnerable ones. Sleepers who needed stillness and warmth. It could hold safety.

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66 MOONS

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