Private Camp Territory ShadowClan an arm and a leg — getting treatment

[Fleapaw]

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The night was humid, moisture clinging to the air from recent rains. A body squirmed in the darkness, teeth clenched tight to muffle any sounds of discomfort that tried to slip free. She slowly crawled out from under the limbs enveloping her, amber eyes drifting to the weighted breathing of her siblings. Fleapaw turned, stopping by a nest on her way out and prodding the shape that slept there—an extra pair of paws that knew their stuff. One that wouldn't ask too many questions either.

Fleapaw slipped out of the apprentice den on a limp. Her leg was rigid, heat settled into the wound already, deep into the punctured muscle, flesh swelled and scabbed

Moving quietly through camp, she made her way to the shape waiting for her in the dark. "This way." She panted, beckoning him with a flick of her tail. Hobbled steps veered into the dirt place, avoiding pockets and holes, to the far wall. Fleapaw peeled back the ivy that grew there, revealing a neglected path into the territory. It'd been a while since she used it, and while she would've preferred to keep it a shared secret between her and Monsterkit, tough times called for tough calls.

The floppy-eared apprentice crouched, hissing quietly as her leg bent, scraping the soil. She squeezed into the gap, twigs snagging in her fur, sharp edges raking along her back. Once through, she stopped to peel back the brambles for her accomplices. "Squeeze through, hurry up..." There was a shortness to her tone which she quickly smoothed back over. Yeah, she already paid the price, but he could still turn back. Losing his help now was something she couldn't afford. "Please? Quickest way into the swamp I swear."

Tromping through the front entrance wasn't an option. If the wrong cat saw them, she could kiss their mutually beneficial 'deal' goodbye. If it was possible to make her life suck worse than it already did, that bug eye'd asshole would find a way. Fleapaw gestured to the overgrown tunnel ahead, pain wrought on her brow.

@Magpiepaw @cloudberrypaw

Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart

FLEAPAW

10 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke

 

[Magpiepaw]

He'll learn your face by heart

BUT YOU'LL BE IN BLACK & WHITE IN HIS EYES

He is sneering until the hastily tacked on please rises from the cinnamon molly's throat and his grimace twists into an exasperated sigh, head swaying as he stumbles along through the thicket with clumsy paws, "Some of us do not have working legs." Magpiepaw chirps impatiently, being rushed would irritate him either way but being rushed when he needed to pace himself or end up with his nose in the dirt inhaling grit was especially insulting. The black and white apprentice paused briefly, glancing around this easily missed escape tunnel with skeptical curiosity, his tail flicking in wonder at how long this had been here-had he never seen this? How many more secrets rumbled beneath a flea-riddled pelt like a monster rolling along the thunderpath; noisy but unseen.
The apprentice turns to grab a wad of cobweb he noticed clinging along the edge of a tangled briar, mouth swallowing the sticky curls of fine silk to hold as he finished making his painstaking way forward - cobweb could be sparred easily, but he hoped Fleapaw was ready to replace anything else her filthy paws came across. It was one thing bribing her with a task she was already doing under Cicadabuzz's orders, but he was not about to invoke his mentor's ire by giving any to her when it was made clear she was meant to fester in her own foolishness.

In the flick of a feather, he flies to your side

MAGPIEKIT

— kitten of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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