Territory WindClan tunnels like spiderwebs // exploration team

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

{$title} the tunnelers are off to connect the spiderweb together of tunnels

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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" Okay! " chirped the black-furred tunneler, her paws light and eager as she stepped along beside the other three. Her orange eyes, bright and wide as ever, were fixed on the one beside her, glowing with energy and intent. " We're being trusted, yes, yes! With a very important mission. " she trilled, her tone hushed only by awe. " I thought.... Well, Staggerdance, he's been doing such a fine job listening to the tunnels, yes? From above to below. We need to find if there's a point… a place… where the tunnels can meet. A place that feels right. "

She stopped just before the mouth of the cave, her cave, the one she'd uncovered with Cloverpaw not too long ago. Already, it had begun to shape into something more than just a space. It was becoming… safe. Lived-in. Welcoming. The entrance, once wide and gaping, had been carefully carved narrower. Still big, but better. Not done yet, no. She was working hard on it. Make it chilly cold ready. " So I was thinking... " she began, tail flicking behind her toward the dim cave. " This place... It could be our anchor. A gathering point. Not all tunnels should meet here, no, no, absolutely not all. But some, yes. Just enough to make it useful, to make it safe. "

She turned sharply to glance at Silentstep, eyes gleaming. " No tunnels that lead to nowhere. " she declared. " And never a tunnel without an exit. Always an exit. Always a way out. That's important. Especially for those who are not used to the tunnels... They need to know they will not suffocate, or get lost. There's always a direction... A place to go. " Her gaze swept back over the group. " You're all very good with the tunnels, I trust you. I trust you. " she said firmly, giving a little nod toward Molewhisker. " And if we all work together... I'm certain we can figure out the web. Where it lies. Where it could grow. "

She looked last to Staggerdance, her voice growing soft. " Do we have ideas? Thoughts? Suggestions, yes? Speak them, let's hear what the earth hums to you. "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

66 MOONS

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@STAGGERDANCE @Molewhisker @Silentstep

 

[STAGGERDANCE]

STAGGERDANCE
​ So you're gunning for best of three... ​

Staggerdance padded along with a spring in her step. She still couldn't believe it! She'd had an useful idea, for once; one the Clan approved of... mostly. Still—besides the moor-runners' confusion, and the fact someone else would be leading her pet project—there was little else she could ask for. Peering into the inside of the cave as Weaselchirp spoke, she took in the sight: its entrance was large, though evidently worked on, and the inside just as spacious.

'Gatherin' point indeed.'

The maverique could already imagine their clanmates bustling about, crawling in and out of tunnels bored into its walls...

She realized she'd drifted off into her imagination when the older tunneler looked to her expectantly.

"Well..."

This'd been her idea, of course, but not one she'd delved into all that deep. She idly tapped a paw to the cave entrance as she thought. It seemed her excitement had played against her, this time—of course it made her forgo sleep today, when she should've been prepared. Alas, she had no time to waste:

"We'll want 'em tunnels leadin' to the most important bits of the moors,"

she began,

"like Highstones, or... um..."

'Fuck, what else?'

"...our huntin' grounds, I s'pose. One of those'll be easier to make from here."

She looked over each of the other patrol members as if she had a plan.

"If this' gonna be our anchor, then we oughtta make more of 'em, but smaller. Close the distance between the tunnels we already got, from both ends..."

As she rambled, she headed into the cave, tail sweeping the dusty ground.

"That's t'say we might need to split."

AND YOU'RE GUNNING FOR IT ALL

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MAY THE KING FALL!

• OOC: gonna use that 6 i rolled later because i, too, am sleepy and have no idea what's going on /lhj
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
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  Click on the image to see my full
  reference sheet!​

  Staggerdance is a short, scarred black ticked tabby with amber eyes. They have a torn ear and are missing two toes on their left forepaw. The stripes on their face form a "mask" around their eyes.
  Maverique, any pronouns
  20 moons, ages every 27th
  NPC x NPC — older sibling to Wormpaw and Snailpaw
  Mentoring none
  Closed to romantic interactions
  

 

[Molewhisker Molewhisker]

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

The chimaera had been stunned to hear the task given to it and some of the other well-seasoned tunellers, connect the tunnels, make a set of tracks beneath the earth set of tracks. It had been something they considered, but then again, editing tunnel passages without warning may have caused some confusion, and the last thing they wanted to result in was some upset tunnellers at the mouth of their den.

As the huddle of them reached a cave opening, Molewhisker sat and listened to the discussion first and foremost. It wanted to hear the ideas and input of its fellow tunnelers, those with a good grasp of the earth's underpaw. It nodded silently, agreeing - for the most part. It was when Staggerdance tried to headfirst into the tunnel that it finally spoke up.

"Wait." Its voice was unusually sharp, before it cleared his throat with a small sigh. "We need to ensure clear communication while in the tunnels if we are to split. It would be dangerous if we were to collapse a poorly structurally maintained tunnel, unaware that another is in range of falling debris." Molewhisker tucked their paws close, trying to remain steady as they spoke. They were not ones to try and command a kind of presence, but this was the first time they had to work with other tunellers and the last thing they wanted was someone to dive headfirst underground and put other lives at risk.

"I certainly agree we split, but that means to always communicate aloud what you are doing, any tunnels you collapse, you announce as much. Give everyone a chance to vacate in case they are in proximity. We do not want this to turn into a rescue if someone acts out of turn." As it turns out, there was one thing being raised under the Major, forming a plan and communicating as much wasn't a dance, straight to the point to keep every life safe. Even so, it gave the other three a small yet warm smile. "Be safe and do not forget to call when collapsing a tunnel, we have been trusted by the clan for this task and I trust you all in kind."

Molewhisker bowed a grateful head to the three of them before padding in following Staggerdance. So near to the surface those initial tunnels were, it was not surprising that the stability of the earth was crowding around them. "This was is safe, if anyone wishes to follow me before we split further within." The chimaera called out, before slipping deeper into the darkness of the runnels.

——— I won't go making mountains

out of molehills anymore. ———

• Rolled 67 -> First tunnel is safe!
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  Molewhisker
  ✦—Windclan tunneller | 26 moons
  ✦—They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A soft-spoken, small, red and blue chimaera with overly long whiskers.
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