Private Kick Me When Im Down - Flea

[Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttSomething's been nagging at Mothbite, recently. Possumgrin had been called out for shirking his Night Guard duties. If he was leaving off those duties, what else was he ignoring? Mothbite cant help but think back to the 'group training' venture. At the time, he'd been happy to spend time with who he thought was a friend, and let Fleapaw and Lostpaw hang out together. Had that all just been a setup to hoist Fleapaw's training off on somebody else?

indentttIt leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Had all of his interactions with Possumgrin been part of some elaborate scheme?

indentttStill, he hasn't been the one most hurt by this. If Possumgrin hasn't been training Fleapaw, who has? The little spitfire has a huge amount of willpower and spirit, and a clear love of fighting, but has she been taught how to harness it? Like, at all? For a little thing like her, rushing into a fight without thinking is a clearshot way to get hurt, or killed. That's something Mothbite knows from experience.

indenttt"Hey, Fleapaw. Can you come with me? I wanna check on something." He calls out to the apprentice from where he stands in Shadowclan's camp. He's a little nervous about asking her for something so directly - Fleapaw has gotten on people's asses for less before. But she had been a bit kinder to him since he had helped save Tickpaw, so maybe it would be okay? If she did end up attacking him... well, he supposes he could work with that too.

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Mothbite | 20 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[F l e a p a w]

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There was some downtime between training sessions with Froststorm and herb gathering, especially with Possumgrin shirking her off like he usually did. She was getting a little tired of chasing after him all the time. What started as a fun game, wasn't fucking fun anymore. It was actually really annoying, and she was beyond over it. Even so, Flea still held out, hoping that he might start caring, if for no other reason then to just keep up appearances… But really she knew hoping for that was bout as good as wishin' on dogshit.

Fleapaw knew he didn't give a fuck about her. He never did and never would. It was still just as frustrating as it'd been before, but at least now she wasn't entirely doomed to fail. Froststorm promised that he would make her a warrior, and he hadn't given her a reason not to doubt him yet.

Fleapaw was thoughtfully mulching a mouthful of frog when Mothbite called. Her eyes refocused as she was pulled from her thoughts. The ruddy she-cat stopped midchew and gawked from across camp. "The hell is it that you can't check on it by yourself!" She gargled out before slurping up her drool and swallowing.

Flea gives him a long, irritated look, but eventually sighs, gets up, and buries her half-eaten meal. Small brown paws then scrape the ground before coming to a stop in front of him. "Fine. Where we—" She stifled a burp, "—goin'?"A couple of moons ago, she might've told him to shove it. His title didn't mean anything to her, so just because he asked didn't mean she was gonna do it. Hell, appointing a sloppy piece of shit like Possumgrin really took the bang out of the title he weilded. But... Mothbite was there for her when she needed it. He helped her when she needed it, even with how shitty she'd been to him before. Fleapaw still didn't know why he did that, but it didn't matter. She wasn't one to leave her dues unpaid.

So many thunderclouds over my bed.

FLEAPAW

8 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.

Tellin' me I'll never be good enough

 

[Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indenttt"Cuz' it's you I'm checking on!" Mothbite hadn't gone into this without expecting some backtalk. Fleapaw had gotten a little bit less... testy in the last moon or so, but there's only so much progress you can make in just that that time. "Let's get out of camp, I don't want to cause a fuss."

indentttHe stops a little while out of camp, in a small clearing with some miraculously dry soil. He tamps it down with a paw just to test it for hidden mud. "Yeah, this'll do. We can do this here." He turns back to face Fleapaw, his face steely and his muscles tensed. "Alright, come at me." He's expecting Fleapaw to charge forward at full force, but he's braced himself. He's not the most confident fighter, but he's pretty sure he can handle this.

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Mothbite | 22 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab