Open ShadowClan im sad so im gonna take it out on you

[F l e a p a w]

{$title} armed with new knowledge small child beats up unsuspecting surrogate father

tw - language

its dead! poke it with a stick.

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What the hell was she doing here?

Of all the places to end up. Not a day went by that she didn't curse the bastard who left her there. If he wanted her stuck shoulder-deep in shit, surrounded by killers, he could've left her in the city! But no —for whatever reason that deadbeat decided this was the best place for her.

Why? These cats weren't no better off than she was. Heck, maybe she should be the one taking care of them! And yet, here she was—the stray dumped on their doormat.

The moment she showed up, they acted like it was some big deal. Started calling her Fleakit, spewing a bunch of fluff she didn't understand.

Why? Why had she trusted him? Flea hated herself for ever thinking of him as family. Shithead! Deadbeat! She didn't need him to take care of her. Who'd even miss that ugly bastard? Not her! Flea didn't miss him one bit. That big stupid jerk could get squashed by a monster for all she cared.

But there she sat—a speck of reddish-brown against the dark earth, her paws growing soggy. Waiting. Waiting for him to stroll in like he owned the place, to tell her how he regretted leaving her and that he was there to take her home.

He wasn't coming. What a bunch of fox dung.

Whatever. She didn't need nothin' and no one. Flea could take care of her damn self. "Why does it matter? Don't need that dumb idiot, stupid dirt face rat anyway." She growled under her breath. Frustrated, she clawed up the ground, tearing through layers of frozen peat. Still, her eyes stayed fixated to the same spot.​

shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• ooc @vampire @Timberfrost
• 
  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
  - kit
  - 5 moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  - speech thought
  - physical powerplay permitted (smol bean)
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

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[vampirebite]

A weird clutch of kits they've got—not that it bothers Vampire at all. Quite the opposite, in fact; they've always had an affinity for the strange ones, the scrappy ones. The little coppery one with the bared teeth and (cute) floppy ears is especially interesting, and had taken to Vampire's watered-down battle instructions like a fish to water. Vicious and with the muckmouth to match their new home.

It's really kind of adorable. And they aren't one to use that word lightly!

" Good day, Fleakit. "

Her polite greeting is in polar opposition to the missive she soon hopes to issue. It's a little fiendish, she has to admit—so who is better suited for it than this little devil? But the traitorous stars know Timber has been enough of a snake to her ankle with his very presence to deserve a little meddling. They'll doubtlessly forgive her.

" Do you remember the special battle moves I showed you? "

they inquire far too politely for the rare mischievous gleam in their dark eyes. Of course, there's half the chance Fleakit might decide to take a bite out of her instead, ironically enough. But she nods at the half-visible shadow of Timber through the nearby nursery wall and adds,

" You know, I bet Timber would be the perfect cat to practice them on."

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[F l e a p a w]

its dead! poke it with a stick.

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The only time her eyes peeled away was when her name was called. She sniffed sharply, scrunching up her frost-nipped nose.

"Good day, Fleakit."

"Eh," She grumbled, offering a half-assed greeting as she lazily turned her sights on the warrior. There weren't many grown-up cats in ShadowClan she could tolerate—a bunch of stuffy sticks-in-their-butts who thought they were way more important than they actually were. But out of all of them, Vam was... okay, she guessed. Took the time to acknowledge that she existed. Plus, she'd taught Flea some pretty sick battle moves—ones only the most skilled cats knew about. Heck, she was probably the only kit in camp who knew them.

Flea perked up at the mention of trying out her new moves. "Got 'em carved into my memory. Don't worry about me forgetting." She flexed her claws, stifling the smirk that spread across her face. Any cat that messed with her was in for a shock. It wouldn't be long before she was tengagillion times better than any of these pebble-brained warriors.

Still, something didn't sit quite right with the way he was askin'. Kinda like the sensation of stumbling into a spider's web. "Timber? That softie?" Flea narrowed her eyes. Sure, Timber was huge, but she was pretty sure he couldn't fend off a piece of moss stuck to his fur. Not exactly a good practice dummy if you ask her. "That big bastard do something to get on your sore side? Actually, you know what? Don't answer that. Never incrim-in-al-ate yourself." It wasn't like she cared.

Flea didn't know em and he'd never done anything for her.

Call her what you like, but she wasn't stupid. She knew her worth. Flea pretended to think it over, rolling her eyes about real decisive like. Then she leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I gueeeesss I could take him out for you. Still, I ain't doin' nothin' outta the kindness of my heart, lady." She jabbed a paw in the pale cats direction. "I'll do it, but you gotta teach me more of those moves. Kay?" Flea wanted to be able to kick some serious tail, no limits. ​

shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• ooc @vampire @Timberfrost
• 
  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
  - kit
  - 5 moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  - speech thought
  - physical powerplay permitted (smol bean)
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

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[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

Marble's heart softened at the sight of the young kit sitting there, her small form radiating defiance as she glared into the forest. She couldn't help the tender smile that briefly graced her maw, though it was quickly replaced by a more somber expression. Her thoughts churned with concern, so many kits left without their families, forced to grow up too soon. But if she had any say, every cat here would be her family now. They deserved warmth and care, a safe place to land amidst the chaos they hadn't chosen.

After a stretch and a soft yawn, Marble padded over to Vampire and Fleakit with an inviting air, her voice warm as she greeted them. " Good day to you both. " she meowed, her tone as bright as her eyes.

Her gaze flicked between the pair, catching the energy buzzing between them. " Ah, I hear Vampire's been teaching you some impressive moves! " she said, directing her words to Fleakit with a playful mrrrp. " Come on, let's see what you've got! " Marble stepped back slightly, her smile encouraging and full of quiet pride.

GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND

 

[vampirebite]

Serenity defines the mask of her face, but a subdued glimmer swishes somewhere beneath the dark glass surface of her eyes. A kit so wily as to instruct her not to incriminalate herself should rightly be a cause for concern—not so, though. Nursing kits on the soft touch as well as milk ought to be one of those things left in the Colony, along with all the corpses. To promote such softheartedness only delayed the onset of the inevitable revelation that the world did not operate the same as the nursing nest.

" Incriminate. A good sentiment, though. "

Tilting their head, they listen to her proposed trade, and pause to at least appear to consider it. Not really, though. Teaching a child a few rudimentary moves is something they would do anyways, and to have the small amusement of the ankle-biter at Timber's ankles is well worth it.

In the midst of their musings, Marble makes an appearance. The pointed warrior has a confusing way about her—she's so ceaselessly bright and cheerful, and it never seems at all fabricated. It must be exhausting, they imagine; perhaps that's just because it's so foreign to them. He assumes being banally friendly must come to her as naturally as his own particular brand of cunning comes to him. It is a sort of funny to see her unknowingly encourage Fleakit to chew on a Clanmate as practice.

" Hello, Marble. "

Acknowledging the other with a flick of the ear, she directs her next words to Fleakit.

" Certainly. I agree to your terms. "

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[F l e a p a w]

its dead! poke it with a stick.

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If there was one thing Fleakit hated—and she hated a lot of things—it was nosy, goodie-two-paws cats with no concept of minding their own business. When the she-cat approached, Fleakit shot her a withering glare. "Wouldn't you like to know, furbrain." She huffed, tail twitching irritably.

"Besides, you ain't ready for these paws," Fleakit added, turning her nose up at the invitation like It'd been dead for months. "And they're already reserved for today, so get in line." With that, she trudged past Marbleshine, tossing Vampire a quick nod.

They had a deal now. It would get done. Timber's days were downright numbered.

First things first: recon. Fleakit headed straight for the nursery, and sure enough, there he was—lookin dumb as ever—practically asking to get taken out. He had his back turned, fussing with the bedding of a nest.

Peeking through the brambles, she crept forward, one paw at a time. Silent as a shadow or so she thought.

She didn't blink. She didn't breathe. And then—

With a blur of kit-like speed, she launched herself forward and closed the distance. Fleakit dove beneath Timber's towering frame, latching onto one of his forelegs like a burr. She wrapped her body around his leg, chomping and chewing with all her might.

She wasn't done yet. Oh no. Fleakit unleashed her ultimate move! A flurry of furious back kicks, hind legs battering him with all the fury of the universe contained within her tiny body. "Die!" She snarled through a mouthful of fur.
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shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• ooc: *timber has taken 1 point of damage. chomp chomp*
• 
  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
  - kit
  - 5 moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  - speech thought
  - physical powerplay permitted (smol bean)
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

​

 

[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

" Hello, Vampire! " the blue-point meowed warmly, her gentle gaze resting on her clanmate. A glimmer of light danced in her eyes as she spoke, her voice tinged with a familiar kindness. She bore no ill will toward anyone in the clan, and her friendly demeanor came as naturally as breathing. To her, they were all family, even if not everyone shared the same sentiment. After everything the clan had been through, she could hardly blame those who struggled to trust or connect.

Her attention shifted to the young kit nearby, and a soft laugh bubbled up from her throat. " Well. " she said, her tone turning playful. " I'd definitely like to see just how well you're being trained! At this rate, we'll all have to turn tail and hide from you before long! " Her whiskers twitched with amusement, though she lifted a paw to her mouth, biting back another giggle.

" Okay, okay! I'll wait patiently in line! " she added, settling herself down and watching as Fleakit began to creep forward toward Timber. The kit's movements were earnest but awkward, every paw step radiating enthusiasm despite the need for improvement. Her tail flicked lightly, the humor never leaving her expression. It wasn't perfect, but it was endearing... And amendable, given time and practice.

For now, she'd cheer them on, her heart lightened by their determination.

GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND

 

[Timberfrost]

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

He was having a nice nap, for once.. The tom had spent himself with the long hours of setting up the nursery, and the even longer hours of worrying how things would turn out. It was only natural these days to worry and to try not to think about what he had left behind. One of the few times he got a break from this was curled up in the nursery, surrounded by the fruits of his labor. It had been such a long time since he had the time to dedicate to anything like this, and he much preferred sleeping on a comfortable bedding of moss over an old muddy den of something far bigger than him. Unfortunately, he couldn't stay asleep long—the moss underneath him had long grown flat, and so he had gotten up rather disgruntled just a few moments before. With a serious case of bed head, all his focus was on fluff the moss back up so he could get a little bit more shut eye. Otherwise, he really had no worries that day, perfectly content to chill for once in his life.

Well, maybe he should've had at least one worry. A violent streak of brown suddenly crashed into his leg, and he couldn't help but yelp with surprise as the weight he had on that leg suddenly was freestanding. He stumbled hard, attempting to blink the sleep out of his blurry eyes as he raised his stinging leg, peering at what had happened to knocked him over.

With perhaps the most tired grit to his voice possible, the tom spoke. "Oh, 'm bein' mauled-" He observed blearily, wincing as the furious kitten kicked at his arm in a hellbent rage. "Tha's not very nice, dear." Timber mumbled, exhaustion clear on his face as he held his leg up higher, going for the scruff of the young kitten. She was older, yes, but thankfully she was on the smaller side. It still didn't make it any more comfortable as he pulled at her scruff, peeling her off of him with some difficulty (and several clumps of pale fur, decorating her like awful trophies of the battle she had just fought). "Why in the worl' are you doin' this, anyway?" Confusion was clear in his drained voice, brows furrowed at the antics of the other. His mind was going far, far too slow to be dealing with this. His precious beauty sleep was being cut into as he spoke, and he was far too aware of this fact.

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

• 
  Timber
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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