[ti]Private[/ti]Echo, echo, echo...

[LupTacco]

-= [ Crowlaugh ] :: 38 moons (M) :: rootclan warrior :: heterosexual(single) =-

(he's humming [this] lol)

Slinking from the shadow of the tall, not quite rectangular openings that their new home's dens were nestled in, the smokey black tom's tail swished to and fro behind him as he wandered to the center of the camp. High up the walls was the circle of sunlight that trickled in, most of it blocked out by soft but reliable planks of wood long since embedded in the earth around them, letting in only hints of the sky. If one ignored the pillars of soil and stone that took the place of bark and green, it really wasn't so different from the dense canopy of the ancient forest. That and the survival of all his current family members left him in a pretty good place to adjust quickly to the move in a short time.

Crowlaugh tilted his head and flicked his ears at the tiny white patches of clouds he could see through the opening in the roof, his jaws parting in a wide yawn as he looked around. There were many tunnels branching off from this central one- some sloped downwards, and were too full of water or mud to travel into, and some of course now housed the various ranks of the clan- but a special few weren't quite either. Oh, sure, he knew they posed a danger of collapse at any moment, but he couldn't let that stop him. The old home always had some thread of the large owls, the wolves and hungry foxes. He was used to danger.

He hummed a jaunty, comforting tune to himself as he glanced around behind and peeled off into one of the off-shoot tunnels, his dark fur melding into the darkness and his eyes wide as he waited for them to adjust as much as they could. Behind him, though, he heard pawsteps. "Congratulations on catching me," he smirked at the queen behind him, admittedly a bit impressed that someone really had seen him before he disappeared for adventure.

tags;; Mama (melodybird)

[Mama]

The new home was... alright. Melodybird didn't know what to think of the new land, however there was more food, and kittens seemed to bloom. That only meant stronger cave- no, warriors. The clan terms were odd, and like many of her other companions, she just rather go by Melody. Simple and short, wasn't it? However, though Rootclan was growing, there was plenty of other threats. Ones like the other round, owl-headed cats, which looked way too fat and plump compared to the lean, long legged builds of the oriental felines.

Sitting in the clearing, she was taking a break between border patrols, insisting that she take up more as she saw herself plenty capable of fighting off the rest of the clans, even if she was just previously a prey hunter. It was better then sitting around, wailing like a dainty she-cat and complaining about the ground being too moist, or messy fur. And not that she'd admit it out loud, but warrior sounded so much... fierce, then the blunt terms of the Tribe.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could spot a tom slinking off into the shadows, which caught her curiosity. A traitor, perhaps? Or was he just looking around? Getting to her paws, the tall and thin chocolate feline swept her feathery tail over the ground, before quietly following after.

Her own coat melted into the darkness, though not as well, it didn't stand out like a white cat or silver furred cat's might have. However, her paws walked through a small puddle, giving away her position.

"You know, there's a lot better things to be doing then having... tunnel adventures. I'm certain most of them have already been explored anyways by naughty kits or apprentices."