Vinesmoke
16 Moons
He/Him
Tunneler
Vinesmoke’s blue eyes met Pumpkinpaw’s as the young apprentice approached. He didn’t look angry, just calm and focused. He gave a small nod. “You’re here now,” he said. “That’s what matters.” He turned and padded toward a patch of loose soil near a shallow dip in the ground—an old practice tunnel. As they walked, he spoke plainly. “Tunneling isn’t about being the strongest. It’s about being careful. Paying attention. If you rush or stop listening to the ground, that’s when it becomes dangerous.” He stopped at the edge of the training spot and looked over his shoulder. “Watch how I dig. Don’t just claw at the dirt. Keep your movements close and steady. Pull the earth in. Don’t throw it all over.” He crouched and began to dig, slow and controlled. His front paws moved in short, even strokes, pulling the soil behind him in tidy clumps. After a few moments, he stepped aside. “Now you try.” He looked at Pumpkinpaw, his tone clear but not harsh. “One more thing. If the ground feels too soft or you hear it shift, stop. Back out. That’s not failure—that’s smart.” He gave a small nod toward the loosened patch of soil. “Go ahead. I’ll be right here.”
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