Private Backwritten Border Territory SC if you look there on your left ˚ˋঌ˖ silentpaw

[FLEAFIRE]

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Fleafire had been trying to break the ice with Silentpaw since the ceremony. The black-eyed apprentice was pretty quiet, but that was okay. Silentpaw was her first ever apprentice. She wasn't so oblivious to the morsel of trust Sablestar placed at her paws. Fleafire wasn't sure if the tuxedo would ever let up, but he did, and it could well be her last chance.

So, she was turning a new leaf. She wouldn't let one of Coalstrike and Wolfpack's kits waste away under her instruction. The power to flip the whole forest on its back was fated in their blood. She would be the one to guide her along, just like Froststorm and Jadethorn did for her.

She collects the apprentice first thing at dusk. A mist shrouds the air, giving the territory a smoky filter as the day wanes. "We're gonna start by gettin' you familiar with the territory. By the time you become a warrior, you ought to recognize it from border to border." Once lush thickets have been picked bare, their skeletons line the beaten path on either side.

Soon, the monster tree rises from the scrub, its limbs partially obscured, making it appear like a spider devouring the rusted carcass caught in its web. "Kinda hard to see right now, but there's a monster up in that tree. Just past it is the Thunderpath across from WindClan territory." Fleafire walked beneath the tree. "You can hear it though, yeah?" She lets Silentpaw get a good listen to the tree's groans. The monster was so thoroughly snared that she doubted it would ever break free, but it still whined like an animal in pain. "No time to look around today, but if you ever wanna go explorin' just ask, I'll take you. Don't go off alone." She didn't have problems with her apprentice chasin' a good adventure, but too many things wanted to kill them nowadays. Silentpaw was too precious to the clan to go off doing the same dumb shit that she got up to. Fleafire led past the tree, continuing the tour towards the thunderpath.

@silentpaw

And I'll burn the wick at both ends

FLEAFIRE

14 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.

I always knew life wasn't fair.

 

[silentpaw]

⏾ Silentpaw steps out into the misty morning, overly large ears flicking off a piece of moss that had clung to her fur. It was growing fast now, but unevenly, sticking out in patches all down her neck and chest, and then abruptly going smooth and even over her ribs. She was a far cry from her well groomed mother, not beautiful, not a gem. Something else, scrawnier, uglier.

She nods in response to Fleafire's plan, deeming a verbal reply unnecessary. They walk through the territory together, and she notes the mounds and the dips in the landscape, where one could hide from sight, where to perch for a better outlook. When she looks ahead again she sees a tree coming into view, huge, bigger than any other tree she's seen. It stretches far up into the sky, branches like so many limbs reaching for the clouds above.

"A monster?" she says, looking over at Fleafire.

She's not entirely sure if she should believe her mentor or if this was another one of her tricks. Then Fleafire tells her to listen, so she closes her eyes for a moment, turning her ears towards the tree. Something is up there, that's for sure; it groans in a familiar way, almost like Coalstrike in his final moments. Weak, but deep. She looks back at Fleafire.

"How'd it get up there? Monsters can't fly, can they?" She asks, although when Fleafire moves on, she doesn't linger.

⏾ SILENTKIT. 4 moons
peaceful powerplay allowed
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