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(I know a little bit from role playing with Faith. Theres a way to get to the ocean through the tunnels)
Foxpaw trotted with pride through the fields of gold with his prize clenched tightly between his jaws. His feathery tail waved high as he and his clanmate made their way across Dayclan territory. However, in an unexpected turn in events, Foxpaw laid too heavy of a paw onto a soft patch in the ground and it gave out under his weight.
As the ground opened up around them, Foxpaw found himself flailing in the air, letting out a shriek of terror before he hit a sandy bottom with a thud on his shoulder. Remaining bits of earth showered their pelts and a cloud of dust engulfed them. Foxpaw could be heard coughing beside Lastpaw before the dust finally found it's way through the hole they had fallen from and cleared out. The somali tom blinked dust from his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light.
He slowly climbed to his paws, almost afraid something would be broken but miraculously, he only had a couple scratches and a couple sore spots that would likely bruise. "Lastpaw?" he croaked, the coughing and the dust causing his voice to sound scratchy. "Are you okay?"
Lastpaw shoved herself to her paws, lips split in a feral snarl of pain. A thick cut, undoubtedly inflicted by the falling debris, marred the fur above her left eye which shone amber in the darkness, splitting the dark red of blood on either side. Her long claws dug uselessly into the loose earth. Seriously hurt, she was not, but the fury incited by the tumble was worrisome enough.
He noticed the cut above her eye glistening in whatever light they had from the hole above them. "Your bleeding!" he exclaimed, starting to panic. He was worried that she was seriously hurt but he knew how touchy she could be and he made the decision not to get too close.
After a couple breaths she calmed down enough not to claw someone on reflex. "I'm fine." She told him, trying to get the excess blood off so she could see.
He looked around but couldnt see anything and the hole they fell through was too high up for them to climb out of. "We will have to find another way out" he decided. "I dont think anyone is going to hear us if we try to cry for help."
"I think there are tunnels" he responded, squinting his eyes to help him see better. He padded forward, away from the light and felt that it kept going. "Yeah, there are definitely tunnels. I wonder which one will get us out. I think we should try this one" he suggested before realizing he had lost his fish during the fall. "Wait...where is my fish? I think I dropped it up there" he assumed, flicking his tail to gesture to the world above them.
