-
(Takes place shortly after this thread)
Fleapaw hobbled into camp, the bundle of plants clutched between her teeth feeling heavier than it had any right to. The sharp tang of their scent tickled her nose—acrid and bitter, just like a certain bug-eyed freak that she couldn't wait to see again. Her paws dragged, exhaustion pulling at her eyelids. No one ever told her picking plants all day would be so draining.
She didn't need to see Cicadabuzz to feel the skitter of insects up her spine. Those black eyes were burned into her memory. Every time she returned to that den, she felt like an insect in a spider's web. That weirdo would no doubt have plenty to say about the measly haul she brought with her today.
She tried, really! Spent the better part of the morning digging in the dirt, plucking at anything that looked like a plant, getting stabbed and swarmed, just hoping that if she picked enough green things, at least one would be useful. But there was no way to tell until they looked at them.
Fleapaw hesitated just shy of the medicine den entrance, ears giving an uneasy twitch and tail curled low. She pushed air through her nostrils and forced her paws forward. "Got some stuff for you." The apprentice muttered through a mouthful of mystery plants, carefully placing them on the ground before taking a seat. Fleapaw puffed, blowing a strand of cobweb away from her face.
-
And I'm not cool, and I'm not smart
-
FLEAPAW8 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.
And I can't even parallel park
Last edited: