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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[Cloverpaw Cloverpaw]

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.

__________way down deep inside ✿ there is a real me___________

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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
  
  
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  template art by lassie​