PAFP ShadowClan even nature needs to scream sometimes

[lostpaw lostpaw]

{$title} intro thread!

Lostpaw stared angrily after her former group, watched them walk away after dumping her on the border of some clan or whatever the fuck it was called. She had heard from many along the way that a huge group of cats had been seen taking over and keeping territories-- her nomadic lifestyle was anything but ideal-- but she was on the hunt for her fiery sister, her littermate, the only family she'd been able to find any kind of information about in her hazy first few months of life. Now, as she stood at the scentline, she debated just crossing it and finding her sister for herself, but the warning from her group to watch her back! and don't cross into their territory or they might kill you on sight! had her thinking twice about such a thing.

She stalked along the border, scenting for any whiff of the supposed 'clan cats'[/i[ that she'd heard about.

SHE IS FREQUENTLY KIND ☆ AND SHE'S SUDDENLY CRUEL

• "speech" // @Fleapaw
  
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• LOSTPAW she/her, shadowclan, six moons.
  ☆ a sh solid grey she-cat with green eyes / small and fast
  ☆ mentored by @/Mothbite
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / always tag @hellybear
  ☆ penned by hellybear ↛ hellycinth on discord, feel free to dm for plots / click for toyhou.se

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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Now that she was an apprentice, Fleapaw had more freedom to leave camp—not that she'd ever waited for permission. She would've gone on official patrols, but every time she asked, it was always 'patrol's full' or 'go away.' Whatever. They could all eat a brick. Fleapaw could do her own patrols. Guess she'd just have to get used to soloing it until Stoatkit was an apprentice.
It wasn't her first time outside of camp. She navigated the marsh, bouncing over puddles, stopping to gawk at anything that caught her eye. ShadowClan's territory was huge—more than she could ever explore in one day—but she would know every nook and cranny before long.

She was making her way along the border, tail raised high with confidence, ears twitching at every sound. Then she saw them—or well, she actually almost missed them entirely. She squinted into the distance. A grey shape hovered along their border like a ghost.

A cat. It was definitely a cat. Excitement prickled her pelt. Finally, she got to do some warrior stuff!

Fleapaw sprung into action, charging forward with a sharp bark. "Hey, you! Don't even think abouuu—"

It was like her mind just… shut down. She skidded to a halt, paws slipping in the wet soil. Flea thought she was finally gonna get a taste of real warrior stuff—patrolling—chasing off intruders—but… Fleapaw blinked at the stranger, drawn to their green eyes. She knew those eyes.

She'd recognize them anywhere.

Nah. There was just no way. She had to be wrong. She'd been wrong before.

Fleapaw's throat tightened, a strange, awful mix of hope and anxiety tangling itself into knots in her chest. If she got ahead of herself and it wasn't… She didn't want to deal with that disappointment again. When Fleapaw spoke, her voice was so small and frail that she didn't even sound like herself. "Worm?"

How long had it been since she said that name? Pa had told her all her siblings were gone That they'd either end up far away from the mill, or they were rotting in some hole somewhere. At first she didn't want to believe him. But after everything that happened to her, Flea had to. She had to keep going. Even if it meant leaving them behind.

Fleapaw stooped low, fiery gaze raking over the gray cat before her. The scent was all wrong—full of places she'd never been, cats she'd never met—but underneath it all, something familiar clung to them. A flicker of the past—small bodies wheezing in the dark—warmth mixed with an invading sourness.

Her paws moved before her mind even fully grasped the memory. She tackled the outsider so fast the world spun, the two of them tumbling in a mess of limbs and fur. The damp earth gave a wet squelch beneath them as they landed. Fleapaw smushed her nose into Worm's fur, rubbing her face against them with frantic, aggressive nudges.

Her eyes stung but she buried her face deeper into gray fur, a blotch of dirty brown pressed against soft, lighter pelt. A whimper tugged at the back of her throat but she smothered it, clutching tightly to the former stranger—her littermate.

There was so much to say. But Fleapaw knew if she said much of anything, it would come out all cracked. She felt weak. Soft. She couldn't be, not if she wanted to be a warrior. But, she couldn't stop it. A flood of things she hadn't felt in a good long while, came rushing back.

"I'm sorry…"

When she did speak it was muffled by fur. Fleapaw made no effort to move her head so she could be heard better. "Tried to come back, I swear! I swear I did… I did..." Flea sniffed sharply, involuntarily sucking in air. Her whole body curled inward, claws flexing as she held Worm tight. Clinging on with everything she had, as if the grey solid might be ripped away from her at any moment.

Please... please don't hate me.

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shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• prompt: —— your character comes across a strange collection of bones on their patrol and they look eerily catlike
• 
  I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
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• FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
  - she/her
  - apprentice
  - 6 moons
  - speech thought
  - some physical powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by user​

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[lostpaw lostpaw]

Lost started at the bark of anger from a flurry of fur of paws heading in her direction, but before she could stoop into a bracing position or dodge the she-cat as she barreled toward her, she heard her old name. She hadn't heard that name in so long… the one her mother gave her. Tears pricked her eyes. "FLEA?!" She yelled, pushing forward and letting the molly bowl her over.

Their twist of limbs on the muddy ground turned her onto her back and Flea gripping on for dear life as Lost lay beneath her, near tears when Flea started apologizing. "I-It's okay Flea! I wasn't a-able to get away either until a m-moon ago! I-it's okay I promise okay?" She flexed her own claws into her sisters flank, breathing in her scent and nudging the molly just as much.

SHE IS FREQUENTLY KIND ☆ AND SHE'S SUDDENLY CRUEL

• "speech"
  
• 
  

  

• LOSTPAW she/her, shadowclan, six moons.
  ☆ a sh solid grey she-cat with green eyes / small and fast
  ☆ mentored by @/Mothbite
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / always tag @hellybear
  ☆ penned by hellybear ↛ hellycinth on discord, feel free to dm for plots / click for toyhou.se

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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They lay there, tangled in the weeds, a trembling, sniffling mess. It was hard to believe they had ever been nothing more than scraps of fur, barely clinging to life—crawling with fleas, sickly, wasting away in the dark. They had grown, but not together. Forces out of their control had kept them apart, molded them separately into something new. Things were always like that. No different to how cats always tossed her around like weightless garbage. Life was just unfair like that—but Fleapaw swore she would be strong enough to change that someday. For herself and those she wanted to keep.

She sniffled, dragging a paw over her nose, but a stream of snot still ran down her muzzle. Her face was damp, eyes but bowls of soft fire, soggy but never snuffed out entirely.

Flea had left behind the warmth and security of her two-legs to look for them. She'd thought—that if she rescued them—took them back with her—they could join her in that kind place. No matter if she starved, how many times she was chased, how cold she was—if she could reach them, they could be happy. They could be safe together.

But it was nothing but a stupid dream. Nothing good ever happened to them.

All the kindness in the world got chewed up and picked apart, leaving nothing but scraps. They would remain starved of it. But she learned. She stopped hoping.

"You're not… mad?" Worm should've been. Could she be forgiven that easy? If it were the other way about, Flea wasn't sure she could, knowing what it was like to get left behind.

Her throat felt tight, but she pushed it down, sniffling again. "H-how'd you even get here? Did Tick come with you? Web?" She craned her neck, peering over her sister's head, but the marsh was empty. Fleapaw's chest clenched. She already knew the answer.

But she still looked, anyway.

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shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• prompt: —— I have terminal fleapaw brainrot.
• 
  I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
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• FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
  - she/her
  - apprentice
  - 6 moons
  - speech thought
  - some physical powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by user​

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[Flamerunner Flamerunner]

FLAME OF SHADOWCLAN

Flamerunner sauntered forward, barely stifling a yawn as he trailed after Fleapaw. She had earned her apprentice name fair and square, he supposed, more freedom for her, a mentor to keep an eye on her. Possumgrin, though… Flamerunner wasn't quite sure what to make of him. Cool cat, sure, Marbleshine's brother, but not lazy like himself. No, there was something else about Possumgrin, something he couldn't quite place. Not that it was his concern. Shouldn't be his concern. And yet, it was. Because Fleapaw was his concern. Damn it all.

" Flea? " he drawled lazily, watching as the young apprentice suddenly burst forward with uncharacteristic excitement. His breath left him in a soft huff as she practically launched herself at the stranger. Not in aggression. Not in defense. But in joy. Flamerunner's ears perked up, his golden gaze sharpening. That wasn't how you reacted to an outsider, not unless they were something to you. His tail flicked, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he took a step closer, watching the two young cats collide in a flurry of familiarity.

Tick? Web? Fleapaw's voice was thick with emotion. Flamerunner blinked, the names meant nothing to him, but everything to Flea... Siblings. They had to be. He let the moment stretch for a second longer before finally lifting his head in a casual nod, breaking the silence.

" Yo. 'Sup. "

His voice was as lazy as ever, but his gaze remained sharp, flicking between Fleapaw and the other kit. Yeah. This was something.

RUN BOY RUN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— THE SUN WILL BE GUIDING YOU