Private Camp ShadowClan gonna stick you in the eye with a foreign object 𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 — vulture

[FLEAFIRE]

{$title} POV: Two idiots forced into community service try not to kill each other.

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Just when Fleapaw thought she caught a break. Out of all the cats she could've been stuck with, of course, it had to be him. She was pretty sure Wolfpack did it on purpose, if for no other reason then just to piss her off.

The she-cat trudged into the apprentice den, a bundle of moss and other half-damp bedding scraps hanging from her jaws. The moss between her jaws barely muffling the irritated sound in her throat. Flea was trying lately. Like—really trying, but it wasn't easy to keep her claws to herself when every other face in this clan begged to be a scratching post. Aside from Pepperpaw, there was one other jerk who made her blood boil just being in proximity to them.

And lucky her—they had nest duty together.

She didn't even spare him a glance, brushing past with a wide arc. Fleapaw dropped the bedding she gathered and immediately began swiping the old stuff into a messy pile before slapping down the fresh. She didn't care whether it looked good or not. Once it looked good enough to be passable, she moved onto the next.

Her tail lashed behind her, thumping the ground as she tried to stay focused on literally anything but the long-legged pain in the ass working across from her. But every so often she'd catch him poking his buzzard toes into her side of the den. She clenched her jaw and tried to pretend he wasn't there with the hope he would eventually shuffle pack out of her sight like the roach he was. But nope, he only seemed to encroach more into the area she claimed for herself.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. Fleapaw snapped upright with a loud sigh, amber eyes narrowing in his direction. "Can you stick to that side?" She snapped, throat tightening as she resisted the urge to yell. "I get it, it's probably super hard not to take up so much space with that massive fucking ego of yours, but just for today, could you try and manage it?" Froststorm said she needed to be more accommodating to her clanmates—that earning their trust would benefit her in the long run, but fuck if she was playing nice with him. As far as she was concerned, he could choke on a pile of rocks.

Strike funny poses, keep my weapon hand low

FLEAPAW

6 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.

Whip my head around a little, get blood on the front row

 

[VULTUREPAW VULTUREPAW]

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Like she was the only one displeased with this situation. Vulturepaw could think out a couple things he rather would have been doing with his time right now rather then being trapped with her. But life always had its way of making things miserable for the bitter ones. Like a parrot her avoid technique would get copied, as the black parted it's way from the brown to head on over to the complete different side of the den, eyes locked without even one look being cast at the runt in his passing. Better to pretend she did not exist at all when have to get constant reminded the two breathed the same air.

It had gone well this far, his mission successful but like always nothing ever lasted. Vulturepaw had just finished another nest with moss perfectly placed on top when an annoying noise claimed the quiet den. lips instantly curled itself up to reveal this long fangs. " Tch, you think i want to be anywhere near you, fucking runt. " He would spat between gritted teeths, narrowed orbs cast back to meet the other's narrowed gaze. " Maybe you're to dumb to figure out we are stuck in here together right now, But unlike you i'm actually trying to finish this stupid chore as quickly as possible so i wont need to breath in your stinky breath anymore!, " That was right, he was trying to finish this as quickly as possible so he could get out of here. Not his problem she was to slow to keep up with him!, and because of that thier space between one another crumbled. It was her fault, not his.

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I'M GONNA SHOW THEM WHAT I HAVE BECOME.​