Open Event Territory ThunderClan ShadowClan so are we headed outside? ִֶָ☾.⭒ — thunderpath mischief

[F l e a p a w]

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Sooo bored.

No training with Froststorm today. All the crap she had to do for Cicadabuzz was done too. Fleapaw had even been on her best behavior—at least, as close to it as she could manage—and honestly, she was starting to get restless. Her paws itched for a little mischief.

If it wouldn't find her, she supposed it was time to make her own.

Fleapaw recalled seeing some cool stuff around the Thunderpath on the last patrol. There was always weird stuff out there like bones and shiny metal things. Once, she'd even seen a dead dog splayed across the road.

She was already slinking toward the camp entrance when a familiar splotchy pelt caught her eye.

"Hushpaw!" She called, trotting up to him. They weren't exactly best friends, but he was pretty alright, especially compared to Pepperpaw. Plus, Froststorm did say she should try 'making lasting connections', whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean.

"Wanna come to the Thunderpath with me? I saw a bunch of cool junk there the other day." She gave him a crooked smirk and continued in the direction she was headed in. "Bet I can find something waaaay cooler than you." Flea didn't wait for an answer, just stole a glance over her shoulder as she padded out of camp.

The ground squelched beneath her paws as they crossed into the marsh. Newleaf rains had left everything soft and fragrant, the air tinged with wet moss and fresh rot. Puddles dotted the path ahead, and she didn't bother avoiding them, bounding through them unbothered by the muddy water that coated her legs.

"Keep up, sluglegs!" She called over her shoulder, bouncing toward the familiar scorched scent that told her they were headed the right way.

As they approached the Thunderpath, the trees began to thin, the undergrowth giving way to hard-packed ground. Fleapaw slowed slightly, the strong metallic scent of monsters and black rock stinging her nose.

@Hushpaw

ThunderClan and ShadowClan cats are welcome to post! For those interested in junk hunting that wanna RNG, it's entirely optional, but feel free to use this thing.

Now history sides with the common man

FLEAPAW

8 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.

Are you one of us?

 

[Hushpaw]

ERROR 404!

Oops... Sleep Not Found

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It was a slow day for the apprentices, it would seem. Hushpaw also found himself bored and without direction, left to himself for 'free time', which typically meant entertaining himself. No parents or littermates to keep him busy. Few denmates to call 'friends'-- though that was probably his own fault. Vinegar was les attractive to flies than honey was, and Hush had lost his sweetness moons ago. Bitter, prickly, and paranoid was more accurate these days, but one could hardly fault him given all he'd survived.

All he'd lost.

Luckily, there were still some cats that didn't seem to mind.

Hushpaw stammered in frustration at Fleapaws retreating form, a little undignified to not get a chance to reply before she was out the door and on her way. A small, spiteful part of him wanted to ignore the invitation for that reason alone, but a much larger, much border part of him was just excited that someone had decided to include him in something.

"A-All you're gonna find is s-sskunk dirt after I snatched all the good stuff!" he called after her with a smirk as he padded out of camp on her heels, scrambling to catch up and not be left behind.

While Hushpaw was old enough to remember the forest floor beneath his feet, the marsh's perpetual dampness and everlasting scent of decay didn't bother him like it did some of the other Shadowclan cats. He'd long since grown used to it in the moons since their group had arrived, and he navigated the dense brush and soggy, slippery terrain with a confidence even some of the adults lacked. It was a trait he could see he shared with Flepaw as well, who also tackled the marshland as if she'd been born to traverse it's shadowy depths.

"W-why do twolegs and all their stuff have to stink so much?" he grumbled, nose wrinkling under the harshness of the air as they finally reached their destination. "We should make the next cat who c-complains about the marsh sleep out here instead."

OOC- Thunderclan cats are free to recognize Hushpaw (shy, strange, and a bit of a crybaby) from the colony! He would have been much younger when the battle happened, but it would be noted that both his parents died fighting for Sables cause. Now he's an angry boy >:)
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shadowclan apprentice - male - a small, black and white kit with spiky fur and green eyes - will stammer, stumble over, and stutter his words when anxious

 

[VULTUREPAW]

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To think time had past by so quickly, already he had been here for over one full months time. It had been easier to adapt then he had thought but it never got easier, that heavy feeling that weighed itself down on his chest, suffocating at times, but overwhelming mostly. Sometimes it was just difficult to get through the day, yet somehow he did it, drifting through each day while hoping one day he would just stop feeling at all.

Wolfpack at least knew how to keep the apprentice occupied not giving the luxury to relax as often like the other apprentices, or it was partly himself to blame to refuse to stop, to pause because he knew what that meant. When he hadn't something to do, a distraction to deal with all these emotions surfaced itself. Memories of more pleasant days that had turned into haunted memories. It was easier, better to never be allowed to take a moment to think to constantly search for something else to do.

Fleapaw and Hushpaw just happend to be that perfect distraction of that in that very moment as the apprentice spotted the two carefreely wandering through the forest while he himself was out here to hunt alongside his mentor not far away. Vulturepaw could have ignored the two because why would he willingly seek out to have to deal with that runt for?. It was simple really. So he could get her into trouble because that she-cat always seemed to cause trouble like the runt she was. Surely that would brighten up his day as well. Hushpaw would just be unlucky to have to pay the prize of associating himself with losers like her.

So he followed them as he not was that far away from the thunderpath anyway it didn't surpise them that much where the end of this trip took a stop although admittedly he was not sure why anyone would be interested to get close to that black stone road for. " Tch, i thought it was a skunk i smelled out here but turned out it was just you." His words were directed at Fleapaw but if Hushpaw wanted to get offended by it as well that was none of his business. He stept out of the shadows while casting the two a disapproved look, whiskers twitching. Why were the two of them out here anyway without thier mentors for?. With all strange things going on in this forest it did not seem special wise, but once again Floppy-Ears had a brain as big as a frogs. Not enough to rat her out and put her in trouble unfortunately because there was no crime for apprentices to go out on thier own although he doubted the warriors would like it much.

Taking a moment he cast a look past the two over at the thunderpath before he side-eyed away from it. He still rememberd the day when he had crossed it and why he had been doing so to begin with. Perhaps...it had been a bad idea following the two after all....

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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!

 

[Stoatpaw]

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

She'd been minding her business, as she did a lot these days. It'd been two moons since being apprenticed under Sablestar and it was a stark and sudden break in any kind of fun or mischief with her friends- Well. She'd not seen them much really as of late. That realisation ached in her chest. With her flipped sleeping schedule, wide awake in the night, and trying to doze in the day, she'd found herself lonely. Some nights she enjoyed the comfort of the moon and stars, other nights she found frustration with her training and no one to lament with. So when she shuffled her way out of her nest in the middle of the day, not only hungry but longing to have someone other than Sablestar to talk to, she peered about camp.

Of course, a familiar sight crossed her vision. Fleapaw, her closest friend, seemingly harassing Hushpaw to join her in... something or other. She was too bleary to know what it was exactly, knowing the other it was the mischief of some kind. Her eyes flicked to the freshkill pile, the beginnings of hunger that would soon grow uncomfortable gnawed at her stomach. For a moment, just a moment, she went to approach the prey. But she hesitated, especially as the pair of Flea and Hush began to leave the camp. Stoatpaw looked down, in an instant her mind returned to Fleapaw's disappearance, her determination to not come home. Her stomach churned, the other did come back in the end, but her mind buzzed like a fly trying to infuriate her. 'She's leaving again. Leaving without a word. She's leaving.-'

Stoatpaw wasn't strong enough to ignore that repetitive, clawing idea in her mind. She could live for a little without food but she didn't want to risk losing her friend again.

It was irrational, she knew as much. She reminded herself that with every stride following the two. She wasn't blind either to notice Vulturepaw following suit too. For a moment she realised what a terrible little outing she has ended up in. Flea got a pass in her books, she had been her friend longer than she hadn't at this point, she knew how to handle the other's outbursts and even those wouldn't make her resent the other. Hush was... Angry. A lot. She'd seen his fight with a tree root, Tick said he had been muttering something about Thunderclan. So why they were heading to the Thunderpath was besides her. And then there was Vulture. Stoat made sure to be polite to everyone when she could, it was how her father taught her after all. But she couldn't deny the roll of her eyes when she realised he was tailing along. Uninvited. At least she was friends with Flea.

She huffed, now wasn't the time to grumble about other apprentices. The air grew acrid with the scent of monsters, she never heard their roars but the thunder of their circular paws was enough to send a shiver down Stoatpaw's spine. All too reminiscent of the beginning of that awful, awful month of the haunting. She swallowed hard, instead trying to keep her cool as she shot a smile to the other apprentices. In all honesty, she still had no idea why they'd left, she just couldn't let that awful thought in her mind repeat, or else she would have started picking at her paws again and she had already been reprimanded enough for that. Instead, she gazed around the place, were they crossing or-

Oh! Her eyes glittered, noticing something shiny near her paws, a snail shell. She usually wasn't all too interested but this wasn't like any snail shell she had seen, not just a little round thing, but it poked up like a little cone. She purred, picking it up to show the other three. "Look I found a pretty snail shell!" She smiled, holding it up so the light hit it, making the iridescence of the outside more obvious. "Got my own little trinket for once." She was mostly showing Fleapaw, but there was no need to be rude to the others if they hadn't started it - yet.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 7 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix

 

[F l e a p a w]

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The excitement made her paws tingle as Fleapaw stared across the Thunderpath, the blackened border between them and ThunderClan. She still remembered the patrol Jadethorn had led. Part of her still burned for a rematch with the warrior that humiliated her… but that'd have to wait for another day.

"You think this stinks?" She snorts, "The twoleg place is way smellier."

She was just about to switch into scavenging mode, claws ready to peel through old trash and weeds, when suddenly, she hears an agitating, grating voice. Her ears twitch, and she turned slowly, eyes narrowing at the source.

"I always knew vultures were attracted to the scent of crowfood," She hissed through a sour frown. "I don't remember inviting you. But hey, if you ask real nicely, maybe I'll let you peck at whatever rotting garbage we find." She speaks in a sickly sweet tone, and flashes him a sharp smile before it abruptly dies on her face.

She turns back around with a dramatic roll of her eyes—only to catch a flicker of white. Fleapaw cracks a genuine smile. "Stoat!" Her voice lifts. Sure, she hadn't technically invited Stoatpaw either… but unlike Vulturepaw, she actually liked Stoat.

Her eyes go wide as Stoatpaw revealed what she'd found—a smooth, spiral-shaped shell, gleaming faintly under the cloudy daylight. The snail that was supposed to be inside didn't seem to be there anymore.

"Oh wow!" Fleapaw chirped, trotting over for a closer look. She tilts her head, tracing the spiral with her eyes. "Wonder where the little guy that used to live in it went." Probably long gone, or maybe it got eaten… Still, it would look really cool decorating a nest or something.

"Shit, that's gonna be hard to beat," She muttered, whiskers twitching with thought. Her head cranes toward the black and white tom. "What do you say Hushpaw? First one to find the coolest or grossest thing wins?~" Adding a little competition is all she needs to get fired up. A determined smirk lights up her face, faltering slightly when she remembers that Vulturepaw is there too. Any attempts to be nicer to her clanmates didn't extend to him and Pepperpaw. "Oh yeah. You can like leave if you want." She cranes her head up to look at his smug face with an irritated expression. "Not like you have a chance of winning anyway." Fleapaw was a pro at finding cool stuff. For all she cared, the only thing he could find was a ditch to die in.

Now history sides with the common man

FLEAPAW

8 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.

Are you one of us?

 

[Joseph]

Fleapaw sneaking out was not enough to raise any alarm bells in his mind. Hushpaw chasing tail length behind earned a glance, and as more followed, Joseph felt somebody should keep an eye on that volatile collective: several ingredients to a perfect storm… He didn't want it to be him, but as one of the first to notice, Joseph would feel bad if their spur of the moment fieldtrip went south after willfully ignoring it.

So he kept at bay: letting bits and pieces of conversations unfold as the apprentices made their way to the edges of their territory and he wondered if any would even lend an ear if he insisted they should probably turn back, or that they should ruin their fun by waiting for a warrior suited to guard duty to catch up.

A constant cloud of worry hung over his head was his curse to bear, but Joseph wouldn't ruin the apprentices fun, either.

In clear view, he'd sit back and watch; offering a flick of his tail in greeting to the first to notice him. Who'd he follow? Well… all of them. Not one of them was subtle.
At the very least, he would keep a close eye on the hot black scar on the earth that separates their territory from their neighbors. From where he sat, he had a pretty good view down the length of it both ways.

OOC
oof ow very sloppy-- trying to ease back into writing my man so I'm ripping the bandaid off with an awkward post

he's here to watch for terrible horrible cars and chat w/ whoever is present/joins