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Originally Posted by vantrums
Pricklepaw snorted out a laugh at Honeykit's impression of the queens. She was pretty spot on, he had to admit. He'd heard that exact same scolding many times as a 'kit.
With the tunnel revealed and Honeykit right at his side, Pricklepaw had to shuffle around to make enough room for the both of them. He didn't answer her question immediately, just thrust his head through the tunnel entrance and parted his jaws so he could pick out the different scents easier. He was able to distinguish his own scent, now stale and barely there; overlaying that was the fresher, yet still several days old, trace of mice. Thankfully, however, there was no sign of any predators.
Satisfied, Pricklepaw backtracked out of the tunnel and stepped aside to let his little companion move forward again. "Go ahead," he urged, "It's safe. And I'll be right behind you." He doubted she needed the reassurance--she seemed as keen as he had when he first discovered this little clearing--but he'd wanted to give it nonetheless.
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Honeykit perched on a dirt spot in front of the tunnel, tail waving back and forth as Pricklepaw shuffled around, seemingly peering into the entrance of the tunnel's maw. She felt a bit impatient, wanting to just get in and go, but the apprentice seemed focused on his task. It must've been a safety thing.
She gave a big grin at Prickpaw's confirmation, letting out a small "Thanks!" only just hearing the apprentice's reassurance, as she let loose the energy she'd been holding back, diving into the tunnel like a furred, orange bullet. The smell of dust, fresh-kill and another faint scent that reminded her of Prickpaw met her nose, the ground cold against her pawpads.
"Woah!" She exclaimed, eyes wide. Honeykit cast her head back to the entrance, pointing her tail to Pricklepaw and then the other end of the tunnel.
"C'mon, c'mon!"