Private Backwritten Camp mending bridges — sealpaw

[FLEAFIRE]

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Fleapaw shifted awkwardly, rocking toe to toe, jaw working like she was chewing something sour. Dammit, this was so stupid. She didn't have to do it. She could've just let it be, let it fade out of memory. But that didn't sit right—not in her stomach. After Cicadabuzz saved Tickpaw, she'd paid her dues even though she didn't like the bastard, and she'd rather keep her debts settled, especially with Sealpaw of all cats. But how in the name of all the Dark Forest were you supposed to repay something like that?

Every time she closed her eyes, she felt those jaws again, dragging her into the dark to be devoured, and she knew how close she'd come to joining Froststorm for good. Of all the cats who came racing in to help, it was Sealpaw who'd gotten there first—Sealpaw, wild and furious, tearin' into that coyote. She hadn't expected that from them after everything. Honestly, it'd impressed her too. Fleapaw had never seen Sealpaw like that. It was like they turned into a whole other cat and shit colored her impressed.

But it also left a bitter taste on her tongue. Now she couldn't sleep without thinkin about things the way they were. Too many ends left loose.

With a huff, the cinnamon apprentice ducked under the bramble screen, eyes scanning the nests for a familiar spotted pelt. Of course, Sealpaw was awake. Fleapaw froze, ears flicking back. "Hey..." She muttered through a mouthful of fur, something fuzzy dangling from her jaws.

She hobbled forward stiffly and tossed a warm rabbit at Sealpaw's paws, fresh enough to be warm to the touch. "I need to say some things, so just shut up and eat, got it?" She snapped harshly, heat pooling from her ear tips to her nose. Her eyes darted up to the bramble roof as if it might swallow her whole. "J-just—this is weird enough, so lemme get it out and I'll be gone." She shoved the rabbit closer with one paw and cleared her throat.

Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart

FLEAPAW

10 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.

Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke

 

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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Sleep did not come as easily as it once had ever since her odd dream that Sablestar had appeared in- she still didn't know what to make of it or if it was just some nonsense her mind had made up. Sealpaw wasn't sure if it would be helpful to even bring up with anyone, let alone Sablestar himself. She'd probably just sound like she was losing her mind.

Hey Sablestar I know this probably sounds weird, but I had a dream about you a while ago. You were really... Upset and afraid and rambling something about power and sacrifice. Weird huh? Haha anyways-

Movement just outside the apprentice den prompts her to raise her head, brows furrowed in faint confusion as Fleapaw steps inside and places a rabbit at her feet. "Wha..." She cuts herself off when her fellow apprentice snaps for her to shut up, only furthering her confusion. What did Flea have to say that was so important? Why was she being so awkward about it? She wasn't usually like this.

The rabbit is still warm, so warm it almost feels like it could jump up and run away. It must have been a tough catch with Fleapaw's current state. "Good catch, Flea," She finds herself purring despite the command- plea, really, to be quiet and simply listen. "What is it you wanted to tell me? I'm listening."

There's a beat of silence for a moment, waiting for the other to speak before she begins eating to give her time to think.

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail. 13 Moons
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[FLEAFIRE]

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Annoyance prickled sharp under her skin—like teeth dragging through her fur, plucking hairs one at a time. Fleapaw muttered under her breath, eyes pinned irritably on Sealpaw. That sunny attitude grated on her worse than anything else. For once, she almost wished Sealpaw would snap back like Pepperpaw did. At least then she'd know how to deal with it. Sealpaw just sat there all gentle and wide-eyed and nice to her, and it made her skin crawl.

Fleapaw sucked in a breath, gaze locking onto the roof of the den where murky light trickled through. "Look uh… uhhh…" She chewed the inside of her cheek, fighting the twist in her stomach. Sealpaw had enough sense to shut up and let her talk like she asked, else she'd of stormed right back out.

"When I got attacked… by those mutts." She muttered, her cords feeling like they might close up all of a sudden. "You came through for me. After all the shit I've thrown your way too. I… didn't expect that." That was the understatement of the century. Sealpaw was second to last who she ever expected to have her back. Bout as weird as if Cicadabuzz flew out of the bushes and started swinging on her behalf. Shit, if bug ever got chomped by some mangy mutt, Fleapaw might pause just long enough to laugh. She definitely wouldn't risk her hide for it. The same went for Sealpaw before all that, she wouldn't have done the same.

She sniffed, scritching at the ground with a claw, "I thought you were gonna leave me there. Would've made sense, after the way I've been to you." Fleapaw cleared her throat harshly. "So I'm just gonna say this once and I'm not gonna ever need to repeat it, so listen up."

Her tail thumped the ground in an erratic pattern, particles dusting the den. "Thank you. For saving me." An awkward pause. "And… I'm… so—soorrr—sahhhh…" Ughhhhh, fuck it was like coughing up thorns! Fleapaw almost would've preferred doubling her herb debt. At least then she didn't have to talk about it.

"I'M SORRY, OKAY!" She barked, loud enough to rattle the brambles above them. "You piss me off with all that nice crap! I don't deserve it so why do you keep... UGH!!"

She sat up straighter, fire flashing in her eyes. "Well, it's not happening again. I'm training. Hard. Ain't no coyote or whatever gonna get the jump on me next time. I got caught out, that's all. Won't happen twice." Clearing her throat, she jerked her chin back to look Sealpaw right in the eyes. "So, to make it even, you get one favor from me. ONE. So you better make it count. No questions asked and I don't care if it's tomorrow or next leafbare—just tell me what you want and I'll do it." Fleapaw set her jaw, nose wrinkling with irritation. "Oh and don't give me any of that 'you don't owe me, we're clanmates' shit. A debt is a debt, and I pay mine." She huffed, chest rising and falling. Man, she was worn the heck out. At some point, she'd forgotten how to breathe with all that talk.

Wings, hearts some things are meant to be torn apart.

FLEAPAW

10 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleafire values family and strength the most. She is clever, sharp-tongued, and quick to anger. She is guided by her desire to become stronger and protect those she cares about—at any cost. Fleafire respects strength but not necessarily authority. She will push boundaries and take advantage of the weak at any given opportunity.

Due to her experiences, Fleafire is corrupt and lacks morals. She does not believe in Starclan but now believes in the Dark Forest. While not a devout follower, her loyalty belongs to her mentor, Froststorm, who reached out when she was at her lowest and saw her into warriorhood.

Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, ending up on the streets, and being powerless have deeply affected her view of the world. Despite that, she has grown more resilient as a result of her hardships and bounces back quickly. Her training and mended relationships with some of her clanmates has solidified her devotion toward ShadowClan.

Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke.