Open Backwritten Territory ShadowClan lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl 𖧧 — herb search

[F l e a p a w]

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(Takes place early April)

Fleapaw didn't want to be out gathering herbs again, but life had this really funny way of not giving a damn what she wanted. After how awful it was last time, she'd been putting it off a little. Cicadabuzz hadn't said anything about her lack of progress—yet—but the way those eyes lingered on her as she did her morning chores said enough. Fuck she was even looking forward to it by the time she left, just to keep those bug eyes from crawling up her spine.

With a dramatic huff, Fleapaw slunk through camp, paws dragging through the mud as she made her way out of camp, weaving in the direction of the swamp.

The early morning mist hadn't lifted all the way yet. A pale, clinging fog swirled around her legs as she walked, beads of moisture collecting in her fur. Fleapaw walked a little further until coming upon a small stretch of murky water. It was there that she decided to begin her search.

She grumbled, nose low to the ground, eyes narrowed as she began to poke through slimy rot and wooden knots growing up from the ground. "Please give me… something..." The apprentice muttered to herself. After a few minutes of mucking through rotten logs and tangled reeds, she sighed.

Fleapaw's head tilted, spotting a patch of unfamiliar green up ahead. She crouched, creeping toward it with cautious interest, mud clinging to her paws and her breath misting in the air.

OOC - Rolled a 1d3 for Success: 1 → Failure

@Stoatpaw @SABLESTAR

I won't quit until my eyes go red

FLEAPAW

9 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'll finish what's begun

 

[SABLESTAR]

This chore-locked punishment had been ongoing far longer than Sablestar anticipated. Part of him felt it was a grueling justice to Fleapaw's antics, that something this agonizing was fitting to teach her how far consequences stretched on. Another, however, cringed to see her waste time sniffing about for herbs instead of being out with Possumgrin.

Fleapaw had left early enough that Sablestar and Stoatpaw were still out in the forest, on the way to return to camp when they encountered the cinnamon she-cat. "We'll take a break here, since we're halfway to camp." He said to Stoatpaw, flicking his paw in a silent gesture that she may use that time with her friend. Sablestar took a moment to look around the bunches of blades and tussocks around them. If Fleapaw had chosen this spot to search for herbs, maybe that meant she had actually found some in the area before. Bright budding yellow flowers caught his attention first, recalling Magpiepaw mentioning something from it before.

The tom plucked a few leaves from the bush and casually approached the two girls to place them beside Fleapaw. "I think you... dropped these." Cicadabuzz would have his hide for digging Fleapaw out of the hole, but he doubted either of them would spoil his help by tattling.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
  // rolled a 1d3 -> 3 -> Success
  // rolled a 6 -> kitting herb
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-eight moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes