Open Event ThunderClan RiverClan ShadowClan SkyClan WindClan come and run away with me ִֶָ☾.⭒ — crossclan apprentices

[F l e a p a w]

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With the sun rising higher in the sky and nothing but the buzz of insects and the distant croaks of frogs filling the air, restless paws led her away from ShadowClan territory. No particular direction in mind, just a drive to move. Her paws carried her through familiar bogs and brambles, until the scent markers thinned out. She knew she was pushing it—skirting far past the edge of ShadowClan's claim. Plenty of cats wouldn't be happy about that, but she didn't care. The thought of finding something new was enough to make her tail flick with anticipation.

By the time the trees thinned and the ground dried beneath her paws, Fleapaw found herself somewhere she'd never been before. A wide, open clearing centered by a tree so tall that it touched the sky. Fleapaw felt smaller than ever as she wandered toward the stone cradled in its roots.

"Holy crap..." She muttered to herself, craning her neck to look up at the massive trunks. "I couldn't climb that hunk of wood in my dreams." It wasn't too far from the pocosin, and somewhere in the distance, she could smell ThunderClan too. Well... their scent wasn't the strongest here, so she doubted they would chase her off.

Or she thought until the faint crunch of pawsteps made her freeze. The apprentice spun around at the ready, muscles tensed. Her lip curled instinctively, ready for a fight. Figures she wouldn't be the only one with the brilliant idea to wander off today.

@Eclipsepaw @Chickpaw @BURRPAW @Warrenpaw

The first official meetup for the crossclan apprentice friendships plot! Of course, even cats not involved with that plot are welcome to post! Tee-hee little apprentice gathering : )

That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood

FLEAPAW

8 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.

She's got the hottest trike in town

 

[Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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She knew Smogmaw would be cross with her for wandering so far away from Shadowclan territory, but nostalgia- or perhaps it was something else- had bid Sealpaw come back to where it had all began. The clearing felt like a far cry from what it had once been. The den that had made her feel so safe felt like just another hole in the ground. The nest that had once been her and her mother's was somehow still there but the moss was so dry and brittle it crumbled near instantly at the tabby's touch. It simply wasn't the same anymore. It never would be.

She's about to turn to leave when a voice from outside the den faintly reaches her ears and the apprentice cautiously pokes her nose out before leaning fully out when she recognizes the scent. What was she doing here? Was she thinking of climbing the tree?

"Back when we all lived here," She called out to Fleapaw before fully climbing out of the old den. "One of the older kits tried to climb one of the giant trees around here, but she fell and broke her leg..." Sealpaw hadn't been present for the actual fall but had seen the aftermath in camp. It had been enough to convince her that perhaps the tops of trees were better left to the birds and squirrels that called them home.

Sealpaw shuffled in place awkwardly. She had not exactly spoken much to Fleapaw since she'd dragged the other away from the encounter with Thunderclan and...it had not ended well. The scratch above her eye was long healed by now without even a scar to show for it but if she thought too hard about it sometimes the spot itched as if it had. She wanted to try and clear the air between them but wasn't sure how or if the smaller apprentice would even reciprocate.

"...I don't know everything, but I can tell you a little bit about this place if you want. Like, um-" Sealpaw gestured to the old den behind her. "This used to be me and my mam- ...Leopard's den." She swallowed. The tiniest of olive branches offered, now to see if it would be accepted.

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
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