Border ThunderClan ShadowClan are you tasting the glare // fleapaw

[grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛]

Large paws had become dirtied by the dusty woodlands that grew dry with greenleaf's arise. Lands that once took on rain and snow in what felt like just days before now took shape in long days and intense heat. Days of his kithood, although blurred and unrecognizable now, brought a sense of nostalgia when the sun beamed across his pelt like a radiant wave. The cool spray by the river had been his best friend for moments like this, careful not to take another unhelpful dive, but today his training did not bring him to RiverClan. He was to refresh the borders that lined the Thunderpath shared with ShadowClan, and after the last patrol here with Owlbark, Grizzlypaw feared for the monsters more than ShadowClan cats.

The scent of burnt rubber is stronger than anything else, and maybe his nose had been too caked up with mud to realize that the last time. Maybe the warm air made it all the more intense as he couldn't recall it being this harsh on his senses just a few weeks ago. "Aw mousefarts. This sucks." Grizzlypaw muttered to himself as he kicked the heel of his paw across the ground. He still hadn't gotten over his painful lack of a ceremony this moon- stuck here as an apprentice.

The tom looked across the path and closed his eyes as he braced himself for the roaring tumble of a monster approaching, and as it tore through, Grizzlypaw let out the loudest scream he could muster from the underbelly of his chest, his lungs, his voice- all of it. Until the screeching banshee of a beast continued on without even a steer in his direction. "That... felt good."

A TRIP TO THE RAINBOW ☆ FOR A POT OF GOLD

• @Fleapaw
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• GRIZZLYPAW he/him, thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ☆ a lh chocolate rosette tabby with blue eyes // large cat breed build
  ☆ mentored by hazelheart
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / always tag subacct
  ☆ penned by gonkpilled ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots / click for toyhou.se

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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Fleafaw moved sluggishly, slipping through undergrowth that snagged at her legs, every step sending hot, pulsing pain deep into muscle. Already, she'd been out for what felt like forever, nosing through muck for anything that might keep the wound from rotting. When Cicadabuzz refused to treat her, and she'd honestly been glad. Saved her the gut-churning disgust of letting bug's slimy paws near her shredded leg, of having to endure scathing remarks while she tried not to puke. But now that the adrenaline wore off, the pain was blinding. She'd done what she could—patched herself up, kept it clean—waiting for Magpiepaw to shake free of Cicadabuzz long enough to uphold their deal.

The last time she went looking for herbs, she got attacked, but there wasn't any other option. Tickpaw and Stoatpaw were busy with training, and she wouldn't burden them further. So, she sucked it up. Slathered her pelt as best she could in mud and kept going.


The foul reek of the Thunderpath hit her like a slap, making her eyes water as she crept closer. She lifted her head, blinking, and her gaze snagged on a familiar shape—a cluster of prickly leaves across the black stone. Amber eyes widened, darting around. She couldn't care less about borders right now. She'd been raking through weeds and mud for long enough, and if she found something useful, she was taking it.

Fleapaw twitched her ears, listening, head flicking left and right. Satisfied the coast was clear, she darted across, paws drumming across the Thunderpath with a limp-lurch. She skidded to the other side, crouching low as she tore greedily at the blackberry bush, stuffing her mouth with as many leaves as she could, thorns pricking her muzzle. She was about to turn and retreat with her prize when a voice cut through the forest.

She dropped flat, cinnamon ears pinned against her skull. Shit.

Before she could move, a monster roared down the Thunderpath, rattling birds from the trees, air rushing over her face. Nowhere to go, she pressed deeper into the shadows, clinging to them like a roach.

That's when she saw him—a pudgy tom, standing there like an idiot, mouth hanging open as the monster shrieked past. Fleafaw's nose wrinkled, lips curling in distaste. Fleapaw watched him from the corner of her eye, slowly crawling out from under the bush. Then she made a break for it, leg burning as she forced it into motion. Her mouth still stuffed with blackberry leaves.

Coin Flip → Heads → Blackberry Leaves

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