[Wingnettle]

Dunecall

Windclan
40 moons | he/him
The Collector

Dunecall sat down to listen to his old friend, Crowtooth, finally explaining him how to navigate those damn furious tunnels that could swallow you up in a fraction of a moment. Great Starclan, I should've done this way too many moons ago. But here he was, finally taking the class like a little youngling apprentice.

"Don't worry guys, I'll watch out for ya." He giggled under his nose, referring to the younger apprentices. Did they get the joke? Watch out. Ha. He was getting old, darn gosh.

He shifted his focus to Crowtooth again, who was talking about orienting themselves in the tunnels' darkness. Shadowclan is a piece of dung compared to us when we run through these dark mazes as if we were blind hares. he thought with a chuckle, writing down everything in his brain while the other talked.

Finally, when the black and white tom entered there he waited for some apprentices to do the same, then set his own foot inside and disappeared in the blackness.

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