Open Camp Territory ShadowClan prove yourself and rise ☾.⭒ — sparring

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Fleapaw sat near the entrance. Her tail lashed, a restless flick that swished through the mud. She already finished all her chores for the day. No one gave her anything else to do and it was too early to train with Froststorm.

Despite how busy she usually was, Flea wished she were on patrol or out training. Yeah, she could go patrol by herself but that wasn't much fun anymore. Froststorm said she should practice some of the stuff they went over with her clanmates but tough making that happen. That seemed like a job for her LIVING mentor. But she hadn't talked to Possumgrin in a while and didn't plan to. Not that he ever cared to train her to begin with.

Her claws unsheathed and raked bored lines into the dirt. She halfheartedly watched for signs of life, head lolling until movement caught her eye. Revived from the brink of a boredom-inflicted death, she scrambled to her paws. Before her victim clanmate can get far, she blocks their path with a lopsided grin. "H-hey there! Uhhh..." She doesn't take the time to register who she's talking to before blurting her piece. "We're gonna have a spar. Me an you." Trap set just like Pa taught. Never ask with an open-ended question if you want something. Also, better to get it out quick before they escape.

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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.

Its deep in your bones go and take it