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
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-eight moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Her paws began to hold a dull ache as Stoatpaw trotted alongside Sablestar. They'd completed training for the night, and as the sun just barely peered over the edge of the horizon, she was more than ready to curl up in her nest. That was, until it just so happened that they found Fleapaw begrudgingly on her daily herb patrol for Cicadabuzz. It was surreal to her that the punishment wasn't yet over, but it seemed her friend was always so busy that she could only fit in plant scavenging every so often.

But blue eyes lit up as Sablestar gave her permission to break from training and run to Fleapaw's side with a grin, aching paws more or less forgotten. "Any luck with herbs?" She purred, affectionately bonking her forehead against the other. Maybe a little moral boost would make the herb patrol less tedious. She wanted to help, desperately so, but she was just as aware that her own mentor and both of their leader sat not too far. She wasn't sure how he might react if she were to interfere with Fleapaw's punishment, maybe she could point out plants to-

Stoatpaw blinked as Sablestar walked over, placing very fresh leaves beside them both, claiming Flea had dropped them. But Stoat wasn't a fool, he had plucked those from a bush that her friend hadn't even the chance to get near, yet from where they all met up. A smile found its way upon the maw of the ivory apprentice. Her mentor was a stern cat, so to see him willingly help Flea with her punishment was a surprise. But she wasn't about to fight the kind gesture, taking it as an opportunity to help, too.

She stood up, sniffing the air as she could have sworn she smelled some sweet plant on their way here. Stoatpaw walked around Sablestar, eyes flicking around as she tracked the scent before her eyes lit up, the light pink flowers of... Mello? The name felt weird in her mouth, she didn't know what its name was, probably having misread Cicada's speech. Either way, she plucked a mouthful of the plant, leaves and flowers, not sure what part was useful. She promptly trotted back over to Flea, placing them down, feigning ignorance to match Sable.

"I thought you might like some nice flowers, I don't know what they are, so maybe ask Cicadabuzz if they're helpful." She beamed. Though, while she was here actually getting some nice flowers for the nests felt like a lovely idea. She sort of wanted to venture further out again for those, but while Sablestar and Fleapaw were here, she would keep close for now. She could sneak out another day to go flower picking.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 2 - Aches
  𖧧 Herb Found - Mallow
• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 7 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[F l e a p a w]

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Small cinnamon ears flicked atop her rounded head at the sound of pawsteps. Fleapaw lifted her face, mud streaked across her nose from rooting through the undergrowth. The irritation faded from her face in an instant as the white pelted apprentice bounded up. "Stoatpaw!" She chirped, bumping her friend back with a crackly purr.

"Aha… yeah, not really," She admitted with a feeble chuckle, rolling her shoulders. "Just started for today, so it's whatever." It totally sucked having to be out so early, poking around for plants she barely recognized. She would much rather be out training or hunting—but with Stoatpaw around, it felt a little less shitty.

Her ears perked as Sablestar approached them, something leafy clutched in his jaws. Fleapaw blinked up at him, before looking down at the crinkled leaves he placed down Maybe she was learning cause Flea definitely remembered those. That awful taste in her mouth after carrying them, bitter and pungent, like licking the bottom of a slimy stump. She dreaded the thought of having to taste that again, but Cicadabuzz would probably like to see something useful for once.

"Yeah yeah... my bad. Guess I'm a bit clumsy today." She flashed the tom a cheeky grin. "Thanks, Sablestar." It was weird getting help from him of all cats. Sometimes he went full hardass, but she figured that maybe he had to be to keep folks respect as the leader of ShadowClan. Kinda sucked to think that she got stuck with Possumgrin instead of having a cool mentor like Stoatpaw—One that wanted to take his apprentice out on patrols and stuff.

When Stoatpaw moved away, her amber eyes followed, studying the bundle of purple flowers that she returned with. Fleapaw was sure both of them knew about her situation with Cicadabuzz... Heck, everyone probably did being that those fucking gossiping geese couldn't stay the hell out of her business. Fleapaw wasn't about to turn down the help either. Cicadabuzz didn't need to know.

The cinnamon apprentice nudged her friend with a playful bump. "I like 'em a lot! You're the best, Stoat." Their routine was starting to make her feel a little fuzzy on the inside. Maybe she wouldn't have to spend all day searching again after all.

Before things got too mushy, she figured it was best to get back to work. Sucked that she couldn't spend the rest of the time hanging out though. A cluster of white flowers caught her eye, poking up in a mass of tangled greenery. Fleapaw padded up to them, gave them a sniff, and then snapped a few stems between her teeth.

"Whatchu both doing out here, anyway?" She muttered through clenched teeth. Flea glanced sideways at them as she added her find to the pile. "Training?"

OOC - Rolled a 1d3 for Success: 2 → Success
Rolled a 1d7 for Category: 7 → Aches

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