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Fleafire watched as the massive tom settled down, shoulders rippling beneath a speckled pelt. A scent tempted her nose, hunger pinching her insides like a tightened drawstring. She still remembered the taste of blood in her mouth and the throbbing in her ribs from the last time he'd cuffed her for daring to snatch anything from him.
Never take another cat's things unless you're strong enough to hold your own. Wolfpack taught her that, and it'd been wedged in the back of her head since. She always wanted to be strong like him. Now that she'd grown some and become a warrior, Fleafire was ready to accept his challenge. Wolfpack had practically invited her to try again, and it would've been stupid not to take him up on it.
The price for getting caught would be steep. She expected that Wolfpack would treat her like an adult and not some mewling runt. Coalstrike was gone, and the clan was growing hungry. They were weakened, and with so many bellies to fill, things were about to get serious. There was no better time to test her mettle than now.
Her eyes stay fixed on the back of his skull. She was patient. Haunches tensed as he bent to take that first bite. Folded ears lifted at the sound of flesh tearing, of tendon being torn, chewing.
Small paws glided over the damp ground, shoulder blades seesawing beneath her pelt as she skulked closer. The instant his muzzle lifted, her wiry shadow darts forward to snatch the bloody thing up in her jaws. The odds of winning an even fight with Wolfpack are slim. So, she uses what resources she has. Fleafire scoops a clump of wet filth up in her paw and flicks it back at him. A little mud wasn't likely to stop him, but a few extra seconds to run would do.
// Rolled a (1d20 = 19) for funsies, but feel free to do your own thing! @WOLFPACK
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And I'll burn the wick at both ends
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FLEAFIRE14 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.
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