secret tunnels [closed]

ooc: with a successful invasion die roll, Grub will go uninterrupted.

Grub just couldn't resist putting his grubby little scent over others territory, not caring if he left his scent as he went along his merry way. The way it ruffled their feathers and made them lose all sense of composure just by the mere thought of a cat not carrying their scent being on their self-proclaimed land made him giggle. He hated the clans; the world was meant to be free. And the forest limited all sense of that freedom. And, in a way, Ajex was doing that with his new leadership within the Crew. Rules. Rules. Who cared? How was anyone supposed to grow and adapt and learn new things if all there was were rules that kept you in your place?

The greasy orange and black tom with his mischievous white mask of fur that decorated his face was weaving in and out of tunnels he happened upon on Wind Clan's 'territory', avoiding the ones that smelled more heavy of foxes and badgers. He had no clue where they led, and didn't want to crawl too far into them in fear he would get crushed by the dirt should one collapse. They led somewhere fun, of that he was certain. He'd have to tell Ajex. Plant the seed of curiosity... And let fate fall where it may. A grin fluttered across his face, showing crooked teeth and making his whiskers twitch.

Snaking his way off the windy moorland, Grub made his merry trot to the rocky mountain pile where he rolled around in the snow and dirt, passing off his scent before he would make his way back to the camp that held the Crew. He would be sure to take his time in taking loops and roundabouts to not leave so much as a paw print in his wake.

Oh, what fun.

The member 'Flybot' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Invasion Dice' :