ᥕ ᥱ ᥣ ᥴ ᥆ m ᥱ︕ This is the introduction to FGRP's plot. You may theorize, etc. ⫶ ･܅܅┉┉┉┉܅܅･ ⫶ Oliver shivered, worried that his flashlight helmet would blink off due to batteries or some unnatural force et cetera, et cetera. Their dull, pale brown pelt blended in with the now-abandoned mineshafts rock walls. They let their green eyes get all shiny with worry. The sheriff of Diggers Quarry made his way through The Miners Trap with deep worry. A belt wrapped around his waist was attached to a rope, which a few cats had volunteered to hold so he could be pulled in case of emergency. The near pitch-black space was not calming, especially for cats who were claustrophobic which Oliver, sadly, was. Each waking moment made his gut clench and he felt as though he couldn't breathe. Oliver blinked, dust fluttering out of his eyes. "ohhh... why did I decide to do this?" He gulped tightly until he heard a sudden fall of a rock. They blinked once and then pulled themself backward- realizing that it was only small, as nothing followed the slip. Oliver sighed with calmness until he saw the glittering of gold. They looked over at it, padding up to it as the light upon their head let them see it well. Upon closer inspection, he deduced that it was actually pyrite- fools gold. Suddenly, he heard a wail. The wail of a kit- or maybe just a young cat. They jumped back, looking outside of the small closed-off spot they had been in, and they spotted something. It was a transparent figure, barely visible with its black fur. A wraith, he gulped at the terrible thought. He looked at it for longer, trying to make sense of the odd figure. But as they squinted their blue eyes, they realized nothing was there. The wailed character must have been themself being childish- it was quite an accurate description though. Oliver sighed- this place had just been dug out! Surely even a few miners were left, they had rations and water., and they'd only been stuck for what... a few months? After a while of continuing to ponder and wander, the shaft went to a stop. Turning around, Oliver made their way through a batch of cobwebs, before stumbling backward suddenly. Odd, but he kept going. Suddenly he heard the tumble of rocks and the sudden jolt of the rope along his waist. He felt his paws scrabble to keep up as the rope practically dragged him across the mineshaft, he saw the exit closing in and immediately began to scale the ground with the rope. He slipped on his way out, tail slammed under a rock which he carefully got off. "WOW! You could have /died/!" said one of the kits, he had completely forgotten the cats who'd volunteered to help were /children. Frowning, they answered, "Yes, I could have- now let's head back to town." ⫶ ･܅܅┉┉┉┉܅܅･ ⫶ That was your introduction to the plot of FGRP! Hope you like it :)
