Private Backwritten Camp ShadowClan bright future ahead // Stoatstream

[Grayflight]

{$title} takes place shortly after stoatstream became a warrior

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Grayflight padded back into camp, bearing a thrush and some Twoleg trinkets in his jaws. He set the thrush down with the rest of the fresh-kill, then sat nearby to sift through the things he'd found.

The first was a shiny, crinkly leaf [ooc: granola bar wrapper], smelling faintly of oats and honey. He gave it a tentative lick, plucking a stray oat off and chewing it thoughtfully. It was okay. Not enough honey for it to be of any use to Cicadabuzz.

The second was a small, unfamiliar type of prey made of a Twoleg pelt [ooc: plushie of some sort]. It was a little dirty, but there was color beneath the dust and scuffs. He set that aside - Blacktree would know which kits would want it. And if not, it was soft enough to tear into to make for nice nest materials.

The final piece was some sort of dangly sparkly bit, shining green and golden like the sunlight over the hills [ooc: an earring]. Part of it had pricked his pawpad when he first found it, but he was certain it would like nice in the sunlight. Perhaps the sharp bit could be used to secure it somewhere.

As he pawed at it, he noticed the new warrior, Stoatstream, sitting nearby. The young cat had joined him once or twice out in the territory as he searched for these little treasures, and she seemed to have a keen eye.

"Hey, Stoatstream," he mewed, waving his long tail in greeting. "Would you wanna help me find a good place for this?" He motioned to the sparkly trinket with a paw.

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OOC

Tagging: @Stoatstream
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BIO

ShadowClan Thief
59 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

The brand new warrior was minding her business, as she often did, lost in her own thoughts as she tried to decide her next task for the day. For how she longed for warriorhood, having the lead of her own tasks for the day rather than tailing Sablestar had left her rather stumped.

Though just as she was about to deflate in defeat, the flicker of something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. It seemed as if Greyflight was beckoning her to see something. Stoatstream tilted her head curiously, trotting over to see what the tom had found.

To most, what he brought were weird twoleg trinkets, but in her time at the side of Fleafire, the ivory molly knew some great trinkets when she saw them. "Ooh, have you been out scavenging Greyflight? These look great!" She purred, eyes alight. The raggedy twoleg fluffy thing reminded her a little of Flea's Ma, the scrap of fur still tucked with their father in the nursery, for safekeeping. "I'm sure one of the kittens would take to that twoleg pelt, it'd be cosy for them as the days get cooler. Or they'll tear it up, knowing who most of them take after..." She clicked her tongue, before realising what she had said and promptly changing the subject before any one of the parents heard her snide remark.

"That little thing is so pretty." Stoatstream tilted a curious head, as she gingerly pawed at the thing, inspecting not just the glittering face of it, but the thorn that stuck from behind it. "Pretty and dangerous, like a rose... Hm...." She took a step back, inspecting the camp with a careful gaze. "If it weren't sharp, I'd personally tuck it in my nest for safe-keeping, but little grabby paws mean it would be safer stuck somewhere."

Most of the camp consisted of brambles and stones, and for as solid as the thing seemed, she wasn't so sure if the thorn could withstand it, until... "Maybe the cedar? It's only small compared to the stump, but if we find more, the moonlight would make them stand out during meetings?" Stoatstream tilted her head, unsure; maybe Sablestar would have opinions on the matter. She had only just became a warrior, and she'd already made the mistake once of getting too big for her paws and talking back to him, something she didn't particularly want her head bitten off about again.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

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YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Warrior, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.