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FLEAFIRE
FLEAFIRE

FLEAFIRE

NO REMEDY BUT TO BURN THEM ALL
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She didn't know how she felt about being on a patrol with Snowdropheart. For one, she didn't know a thing about the other warrior and didn't really care to either. But after being med-den bound for so long, she was relieved to get back to her duties.

The smaller warrior strode ahead, crackling in the air as their paws tread over thin layers of ice. Plumes of smoke spiraled up from her nostrils with every breath. The path ahead was crowded with blackberry bushes. Their branches were bare, and thorns remained intertwined, roots smothered with leaf-litter.

She scented the air and gave a decisive flick of her tail. "How about here?" She glanced back at Snowdropheart. Fleafire didn't know how she was going to catch anything when she stuck out like a sore against the gloomy pocosin.

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


Going out with Fleafire would not be Snowdropheart's first choice, nor second for that matter, but the clan needed food and she was not going to be picky with who she hunted with. As long as the other was not rude to her, she could endure her.

The frosted ground soon turned wet and Snowdropheart knew she would not be free of cleaning her paws tonight. She liked her pelt, but it sure proved a challenge at times, with the territory being so dark and muddy.

"This works." the molly looked around. She didn't have too much hope in finding any prey, but perhaps they'd get lucky.

OOC: n/a
 
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With a snort of agreement, she skulked closer to the bushes, paws spread to help silence her steps. Shuffling ahead, she nosed the ground, snorting softly as she breathed in the scents buried beneath.

Fleafire is on the edge of the thicket when a scrabbling catches her attention. It's faint at first, soft scratches somewhere below. The thief tilted her head, ears flopping from side to side, haunches coiling as she homes in on that spot. Then she dove into the leaves with a loud crunch. Branches rattle, and the leaves churn, but she has nothing to show for the noise. "Dammit…"

[Dice: 1d10 = 3]

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


The pale molly barely had time to react before Fleafire bounced at the dry leaves, sending whatever had been hiding in there scurrying away. A little patience wouldn't hurt, Fleafire, Snowdropheart thought sarcastically. At this rate, we will have scared the whole forest away.

She tried to focus on the sound of the tiny scurrying paws, but it was too faint to pinpoint its location, no matter how hard she focused. Her eyes narrowed at the nearest bramble bush - did she just see its branches move? She waited a breath, then another, the only thing betraying her annoyance the faint flick of her tail. But to no avail - it seemed to be just the breeze, mocking the pair of cats.

"Next time, let's try to work together. Better chances with two sets of paws." she spoke through gritted teeth, though kind enough not to offend Fleafire (or so she tried at least).

OOC: Dice: 1d10 = 4
 
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The younger warrior scrunched up her face at the other warrior's comment. Work together? What the heck was that supposed to mean? Her mind spins and a few snarky thoughts tumble around in there somewhere, but she holds her tongue. "Yeah, whatever." After she came back hurt and (rightfully, if you asked her) didn't want to get treated, it made a huge stink. Sablestar was pissed at her, Stoatstream was pissed at her, Marbleshine was a dirty no good snitch. Everyone gave her a hard time, but she could get how not being able to hunt kinda screwed the clan. So, Fleafire guessed they were kinda right.

She shot the other warrior a glance and tried to focus. A hard breeze rattled the thicket, thorny branches snagging at her pelt. She growled under her breath, batting them away from her face. There was no chance to hear anything now, so she skulked deeper into the scrub. Leaving her hunting 'companion', the choice to follow or stay.

[Dice: 1d10 = 1]

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


Ooooh stars, this was going to be difficult. The younger warrior seemed to not really understand the concept of working together. Just what exactly had Snowdropheart gotten herself into again?

She prepared to follow the other, when something else caught her attention - a few reeds growing nearby swayed in the wind, but the movement from the corner of her eye seemed different than the usual dancing in the wind. Her head snapped in the direction of the plant and sure enough, a warbler sat perched against the plant, holding onto the stem.

The brown bird's movement was erratic, looking in all directions for any chance of predators nearby. Like her or Fleafire. Hoping the other's movements would go unnoticed by the bird, she crouched and crept around slowly, circling the bird from the other direction. Perhaps, even if it were to evade her, Fleafire might notice her and assist. Though Snowdropheart didn't have much faith in that plan.

Her eyes locked onto the bird, she dared not move until she felt it was the right moment to pounce. With her claws outstretched, she leapt towards the creature - though she managed to hit it, she failed to grab the bird and only sent it tumbling in Fleafire's direction. Now she could do nothing but hope the other would finish the job before the warbler had a chance to get back on its feets and fly away.

OOC: Dice: 1d10 = 6 but giving Fleafire the option to catch it
 
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Being smaller, navigating the thicket was not a challenge. Though the thorns did occasionally clutch and peck her hide like jealous hens, she avoided most of the attention by flattening herself against the ground. She crawled under the woven tendrils, narrowing her eyes up at the fragments of dark sky that poked through.

When the other warrior's pawsteps didn't trail after her, she figured they had finally gone off to do their own thing. That would've been fine by her, but then she heard a crunch followed by the branches rocking. The aftershock shook the ones above her head and dusted her pelt with ice. Something else struck the ground too and she swiveled towards the disturbance.

There, a small bird twisted on the ground. Its brown wings created a racket as they thrashed against the leaves.

Hunger spurned her into action, thorny claws flying out of their sockets before she even darted forward. The bird pushed up off the ground, and she leapt to snatch it from the air before it could get far. In seconds its plumage was shredded under her claws and her jaw unhinged to clamp down onto its frail body.

[Dice: 1d10 = 10] - Fleafire has caught a warbler!

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


To Snowdropheart's pleasant surprise, Fleafire sprang into action quicker than the bird could lift itself off the ground. She watched as the small warrior pounced on the warbler, silencing its thrashing once and for all.

"See? Like that!" she teased the other, though she couldn't help a purr escaping her throat in satisfaction. Then, softer. "Good job, Fleafire. It would have escaped were it not for you."

With that, she turned to continue their trek to a spot whose tranquility they have not disturbed yet - even if there was any prey left in this area, the chances of it showing up were close to nothing.

OOC: Dice: 1d10 = 3
 
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Fleafire perked at Snowdropheart's praise, the bird dangling from her jaw by a wing. Soft down scattered the crime scene, mixed into the turf by her paws as she strode forward. "Work together, huh?" She said thoughtfully through a mouthful of feathers

Much as Fleafire would've liked to claim that kill was all hers, the other warrior had sent it her way. "Hold on a sec." She crept out from the thicket and scanned the area for a suitable spot to bury her catch. Fleafire chose a spot outside the thicket near a rock. The ground was too hard to bury it very deeply, but she made a small crevice and then padded it with more leaves. Once satisfied with how it was hidden, she turned and bounded after Snowdropheart.

[Dice: 1d10 = 2]

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


Snowdropheart couldn't help but smile to herself. Maybe there was yet hope for this cat, though slim still. She could perhaps teach her a thing or two.

She led the pair closer towards the water, though there was no chance for fish nor frogs in this cold. But perhaps there could be more birds or maybe even the latest snakes of the season. The surface of the boggy water rippled in the wind, creating a lovely sight, though not ideal for hunting.

Snowdropheart looked over the water, noting birds in the distance - too far to get to them in time. But at least it gave her hope.

OOC: Dice: 1d10 = 8
 
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For a while, she let herself be led and trailed in the alabaster she-cat's shadow. Snowdropheart brought them to an uncluttered section of the marsh where the air stirred with trickling water. Fleafire didn't understand how it was any better, but whatever.

She followed the warrior's gaze and studied the resting birds. "You wanted to work together, right?" She whispered sharply. "What now?" If the whole 'working together', 'lets be friends' or whatever shit worked once, then maybe it would again but there was the problem of how to go about snagging more birds from across the water.

She arched a brow at Snowdropheart and started around the bog that separated them from their prey. Mud was easier to cross quietly compared to frozen leaves, but she moved cautiously, attention pulled between the flock and dodging puddles. When there's no hope of getting any closer without disturbing them, she looked back at Snowdropheart. Well?

[Dice: 1d10 = 3]

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


Snowdropheart had to sigh to herself - what about prey being scarce did Fleafire not understand? Not everything could be solved just by working together. Hunting required skill and luck and cooperation, but Snowdropheart wasn't sure Fleafire had either.

"We can try to get to those birds, but I think they might see us approaching. We can try to circle them from opposing directions, but it's risky." she started. How is this cat going to apprentice anyone? Just what was Sablestar thinking? "Or we can try to look around for other prey closer to our location. Like any stray snakes or rodents looking for shelter in the soft ground."

Snowdropheart feared that if they were to not catch anything else, Fleafire wouldn't take her lesson to heart at all. What a stubborn warrior.

OOC: Dice: 1d10 = 2
 
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She didn't know what the fuck that cotton ball expected from her. Snowdropheart's explanation went right over her head, so she just stared back slack-jawed. "Eh?" So... then why the fuck did she look at the birds if she didn't want to try catching them?!

With a huff, she cocked her head to look at the flock. Unlike Snowdropheart, she blended into her surroundings, so with camouflage and luck at play, the birds don't see her. She gauged the distance and sized up a bright wren dancing above her. Her slitted eyes bored holes into its pretty plumage. Her haunches wobbled, and her body coiled to prepare the jump.

Then all at once, she releases the tension, springing up into the air with her claws outstretched. Her claws clip one of its wings, but its not enough. The bird slipped free and scattered with its brood, leaving her with nothing but a feather to pay for her effort.

Fleafire plopped back onto the ground and scowled at the sky. Fuck. She doesn't dare turn around to meet the eyes staring into the back of her skull.

[Dice: 1d10 = 8]

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


"Good effort, Fleafire." Snowdropheart praised the other despite her failure. "They have the advantage of flight, unfortunately."

The pale molly felt like she was talking to a kitten or a young apprentice, with how gently she approached the young warrior. But it seemed to be the only thing working on her and it was far better than being annoyed with each other.

She brushed her tail against Fleafire's back. "Come on, maybe we can still find something else."

OOC: Dice: 1d10 = 8
 
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It was right there! Honestly, she expected to get her ears chewed for screwing up so bad. Snowdropheart caught her off guard though. How could she even call that a good effort when everyone back at camp was starving?

The thief scowled and looked down at the feather pinned beneath her paw. It wasn't much of a salve for her failure, but there was no point in feeling crappy about it. "Alright, I guess." They caught a bird, but they couldn't go back to camp with that! Their prey pile looked like a fucking graveyard!

With a sigh, she scrunched her shoulders up to loosen some of the tension and brushed past Snowdropheart. The two of them worked back around the bog, paws raking through the cold slush.

They traveled in silence for a while. At first she grazes over a lump in the grass, but then snaps back. Fleafire thrusts out a paw out in front of Snowdropheart to stop her. "Look." Fleafire hissed, jutting her chin out at a rabbit tucked away into the grass not even a few tail-lengths off. The creature blended in so well that she barely even noticed it...

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 


Snowdropheart


Snowdropheart was ready to snap at Fleafire for almost tripping her, but then her eyes narrowed at what Fleafire's were focused on. A rabbit. And Fleafire stopped her. The white-furred warrior smiled to herself as she crouched - so her lesson did actually pay off.

The marsh rabbit had not seen them, not yet at least, and Snowdropheart watched it with a careful gaze. Two of them would be too many paws in the way - and Snowdropheart's bright pelt shone like snow against the dark of the pocosin. No, Fleafire had earned this.

The older warrior dipped her head in Fleafire's direction, as if to say Go for it. She would slowly creep towards where the rabbit would dash, if Fleafire failed, but hopefully it would not come to that. Snowdropheart had faith in her companion.

OOC: Rolled something.....low...dont remember
 
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It took every last bit of restraint not to pounce. The rabbit was right there, but those things were fast. One wrong move and the opportunity would be gone. So she waited, jittering impatiently.

To her surprise, Snowdropheart wanted to send her after it. Fleafire blinks back at her, empty stomach lurching. She doesn't argue. Okay then.

Fleafire slinks into position, stepping to the opposite side of the other encroaching warrior.

Once the rabbit spots Snowdropheart, it scatters from the grass and out into the water. There's a blur of movement, filth splashing up to stain her hocks. She curved, entrapping the rabbit on the other side of the puddle. Routes of escape blocked off, it then dives into the water. They work in tandem, Snowdrop pushing up to bridge the gap to drive the panicked prey back in her direction. Fleafire seized the advantage and lunged into the freezing water after it.

Frigid water bowed beneath her body, but even through the shock she finds it. The rabbit thrashes in her grip, growing desperate as she locked her jaws around its throat. After a moment, she hauled it from the water still kicking, huffing hard through her nostrils.

[Dice: 1d10 = 10]

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown
FLEAFIRE
16 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.


Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home
 
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