[Daragca]

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 10 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T3
The Stowaway Child
[86/100]

The landscape had changed within the course of days, the moon casting a grim outlook for their territory. He was terrified quite frankly, the poor youngster had a bad case of the nerves. But despite this determination shone within his eyes, he wasn’t about to let any of his clan down. He had to prove himself, he just had to. Cottonpaw’s ears craned to listen into Twilightstar’s words carefully, he couldn’t see any twolegs now, he hoped it would stay that way. Tear and destroy, he could do that. But what to target, the monsters looked too intimidating, nothing much the youngster could do to scare them away. But he didn’t want to just rip up more string as he had done before, Cottonpaw wanted to cause some serious inconvenience to these furless creatures and send them packing for good.

His wide frightened eyes locked onto a towering frame, clearly built from trees. But no tree he’d ever seen before was square in nature. Jutting out at angles, it was enormous but perhaps Cottonpaw could topple it? Without a moment of hesitation further he approached, finding a smaller similar structure next to it. His head tipped, fur still prickling with nerves. Maybe if he could bring down the smaller frame he could work out how to topple the bigger frame. He wanted to work fast, do as much damage as possible and get out of here, his nub of a tail was an anxious mess. But his small black nose pressed into the wood, it was definitely wood, but had a foreign smell like it had been soaked in something sickly. He remembered Twilightstar’s words about being careful of what he put into his mouth and decided against biting into it, plus he was sure there would be others here soon to help.

The youngster remembered how Leechscar had toppled one of the odd poles last time they came here, but this wood was a lot thicker. However the sentiment should be the same surely, maybe they just needed to dig deeper. ”C…c.can someone help me?” His voice came out so strong it surprised him, the meek youngster usually rarely heard. But his voice carried clear through the disturbed hills. Then he began, paws wordlessly moving at the base of the wood, scooping and hitching the dirt. He’d only dug before in snow, it seemed much much tougher, the apprentice’s creamy fur turning black. He longed for the assistance of a tunneler right about now, not only to help him dig, but to help soothe his frayed nerves.

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[ Cottonpaw is attacking the chicken coop! He’s in need of help <3 ]