Hm.
Twisted, young and bored, stared up at a series of strange carvings along the tunnel wall. The siamese always knew they existed-- she lived here, after all-- but not much thought was ever put into what they meant. A story? A warning? Plain graffiti from some boisterous gembound? It had always been background noise to her. Fights were more entertaining, but following the recent lull following the new cave's appearances, she found herself seeking more minute hobbies.
A slender black paw touched it-- Twisted was no longer a chubby kit, now tall and angular with her age. Red still stained her claws from a recent hunt. A halfhearted spark of magic reached out as she tried to will mushrooms to sprout over the carvings. She disliked using her magic (especially this spell, after it ripped her paw open) but maybe it'd work better if she used it on a different surface. Not like she could claw stone to pass the time, anyways.
Well, it worked. Slender, stumpy white mushrooms grew out of the cracks and over a small portion of the mural. They were sickly and would probably fall off given a few days, but it was still surprising the spell even worked at all.
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