Open Event Camp WC Preventing Potential Collapses ⚡︎ Reinforcing The Dens

[Silentstep Silentstep]

{$title} Time to reinforce the dens!

Silentstep, 36 moons || Windclan || Tunneler
A fawn tabby with brown and white speckles.
She has a friendly demeanor, yet overshadowed with oddity.

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The rain has quenched the soil of the camp. It was pouring profusely, and had soaked the ground that was once baked so hard it now became a slippery mess of muck. Any attempted progress made on the tunnels or dens became very difficult with its water seeping into it. Not to mention... Making it very dangerous as well. A curse spat out from her voice before she briskly pulls herself out the den in desperation. Silentsteps eyes quickly dart around in an antsy attitude before gathering the courage to voice a cry for help amongst the camp.

" I..I... I need some extra paws over here! The rain is seeping into this newly made den... making it too damp enough to hold their composure...!"

She was soaked, and covered in mud that tainted her fur. From the legs, then up to her chest, by the attempts of doing this herself. The burrow stood tall, for now... But who knows if it'll brave through this weather's continuous cries. Once that was done, she quickly retreats back inside, hoping any form of help could arrive soon for the inner interior. For now, she used her paws to quickly try her best into smoothing the dirt, to hopefully maintain its structure to a stronger state. But alas, any progress made would slowly sink back down to the muddy floors, which left a sigh of irritation spilling from Silentstep.

/// Perhaps it's time to prepare for the worst. If this weather keeps up, surely the dens in their state are not strong enough to withstand the elements for long? It might be a good idea to start reinforcing them.

//OC Feel free to use dice rolls to determine the dens state as you help!

 

[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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Pitter… patter… pitter.

Weaselchirp moved as though the rain itself played a rhythm for her paws to dance to, each step oddly light despite the sodden earth beneath. Her wide orange eyes stayed fixed on the ground, following small streams of water weaving their way between pawprints. It was raining. Raining an awful lot. How dare it? Did the skies not realize that this much water might seep into the tunnels, might even... She shuddered at the thought alone... Collapse them? No, no, the cave would hold. The cave was strong, grand, sturdy. But the tunnels… ah, the tunnels worried her skrunkly whiskers into trembling.

Silentstep's call finally pulled her from her trance, her head snapping up, eyes locking onto her friend. " I have a few... Four to be exact! They can help, all four of them! " she chirped, bouncing across the mud with a flick of her wiry tail. Soon enough, she was pressing her paws into the soft earth beside Silentstep, mimicking her motions with a kind of manic diligence.

The sigh from her friend reached her ears, and Weaselchirp's purr rumbled low in her chest, almost stubborn. " Frustrating, yes. " she agreed solemnly. " But we keep going, we keep going! " She hummed under her breath as she worked, her voice carrying like a tuneless song. " If we keep pressing, keep shaping, the rain won't win. No, no, we'll make sure this place stands strong. We'll make sure it doesn't fall to the weather. Yes, yes. We will. "

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ooc: rolled a 16 !!

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

[ rolled a 19 o_o ]

Lotuskit doesn't like the rain. Frankly, it seems no one does, but being a child, she absolutely dislikes it more than anyone else does. But laying about in the nursery seems to keep her just as dry as standing out directly in the torrential storm (at least, to her,) so the older kitten sees no point in squandering herself away. She can at least entertain herself with new ideas and questions - and perhaps the warriors, too, by making them come up with new unique concepts to keep her busy.

"Silentstep?" the molly seems irritated, and likely doesn't wish to be pestered by any kit at the moment. Luckily, Lotuskit doesn't take notice, "Why does it rain so much? Won't we get too much water?" The river would keep filling and filling and filling... and then the whole world would be water! How would that work? "Weaselchirp!" she turns to the next warrior, who's adamant on helping the first, but no less susceptible to Lotuskit's inquiries. "If the territories flooded, could we live underground forever? Or would underground flood too?"

The only saving grace to the kit and her endless questions is that, in the very least, she's helping. She smears ever sloppy mud over some stiffer grass stalks and moss, cementing them into the den as best she can. The job is still choppy, as she's literally a child, but it begins to hold up ever so better.

 

[Chickenscratch Chickenscratch]

My broken wings dream of the sky
and they'll never be able to fly,

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CHICKENSCRATCH, She/Her / 56 moons / Windclan Warrior
Long hair Amber 'blue' molly with flame point / short hair cream tabby chimera with golden eyes
Daughter of HOOT, Sibling of OWL(BEAR)
Super chill and a good listener, tends to look on the bright side wherever possible (maybe even a bit too much), almost always gives other cats silly nicknames so... Prepare yourself
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The more whimsical and energetic steps of another cat approached at even the hint of discontent "S'alright, Steppy, I'm comin'!" Chickenscratch made her way over to Silentstep at the sound of her panic, carrying some sticks and rocks. While not a tunneler or moor runner per se, Chickenscratch knew a thing or two about making things work without much at all at her disposal. Plus, Silentstep was her cousin, she was kin, family. Why wouldn't Chickenscratch come to her aid?

Similarly of whimsical gait, Weaselchirp danced on over to offer their assistance, which would no doubt make things easier to handle. The more paws, the more progress! "Well now we've got an extra eight paws helping so lets get to it!" Chickenscratch chirped, finding where to best put the items she had found to help the structure of this den that was being worked on.

Backup kept coming, a little one, eight more paws however small had waddled on out launching innocent question upon question and putting their best paw forward with what they had done to assist the den's cohesion. "Aw well look'it you go, little Lottie~!" Chickenscratch encouraged. Little baby though she was, Lotuskit made a great start for someone so small. "With you on the case I reckon we'll get this den done up in no time!"

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Only if we never try...
On my ~

LOOOOOOOVE

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[Molewhisker Molewhisker]

——————— Does the wind feel a gladness at the work that it's done?

Molewhisker had been trying to tend to the little calico's herb garden, but the excess of rain had started to suffocate them from over-watering, and it was trying to figure out a good way to remedy the issue. She had worked so hard on them, and she didn't want that to go in vain.

Though its gaze was caught by a huddle of cats flitering into one of the dens, the chimaera tuned into the conversation - rather than letting the noise go on in the background - and overheard some fellow tunnelers working on the dens. Molewhisker had yet to move within the camp, their nest tucked away nearby in their own den. But every day the earth had begun to loosen and soften, they had been trying to remedy that, but these deeper earthed dens were clearly suffering just as much.

They stood from the herb plot and padded towards the hubbub, whiskers twitching as they watched on. What they had missed, though, was that one of the little kittens had come to help, though her comment gave it an unsettled feeling. "Miss Chickenscratch it right, a noble little thing you are to help." It smiled; they weren't adept with kittens, not in the slightest, but praise should be given where it is due. "It does appear the tunnels have begun to pool water, some of the low points are slick with mud, if the rain lightens, they shouldn't flood."

Though Molewhisker did not want to give the more grave assumption they held, for the rain had done nothing but grow more relentless, even the topsoil had become saturated, and wilting plants were already a dire sign. But that wasn't a matter for a kitten to grapple with; it was a discussion they sought to bring to the rest of the tunellers.

The chimaera ducked within the den fully, sat at the side of Silentstep as they helped pad down the den walls. "Just as Weaselchirp says, the rain may be relentless, but we are as steadfast of a creature; it shall be hard work, but nothing in life is gifted to us with ease." It seemed like the help of more paws had helped to stabilise the den; perhaps they should try to include more padding within the earth walls themselves, an extra internal structure to remedy the effects of the saturated soil.

——— I won't go making mountains

out of molehills anymore. ———

• Rolled a 15 -> Stable den !
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  Molewhisker
  ✦—Windclan tunneller | 28 moons
  ✦—They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A soft-spoken, small, red and blue chimaera with overly long whiskers.
  #9D9D9D

 

[cloverbloom cloverbloom]

It felt like the rain would never end. Cloverbloom couldn't even remember the last time she'd actually seen the sun, too hidden away by the thick clouds. Everything in the camp was wet, and everything in the territory too... It was awful, seeping into her bones so that it felt like she'd never be warm or dry again either. And that meant she didn't trust the current state of the dens and tunnels any more than her other clanmates did.

She sat down next to Weaselchirp, listening to the older tunneler's familiar humming. She got to work on her own section of den wall, trying her best to pack it down and clear the watery mud from it. However... it didn't seem like her technique was working very well in these conditions. Part of the wall seemed solid... but the rest seemed a little weak. "Oops... I don't think I'm used to working with this wet of soil." She said with a quiet laugh, looking for more earth to pick up and pack into the weaker spots.

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• Cloverbloom she/her & windclan tunneler
  ✿ lh red lynx mink w/ white spotting
  ✿ 14 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ✿ Slight suppressed southern accent
  
  
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