Open ShadowClan Camp the fleas can smell your fear

[FleaKit]

its dead! poke it with a stick.

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The usual buzz of activity was absent this morning. Fleakit took advantage of the quiet, sprawled out in a patch of weak sunlight leaking into the nursery. She stretched herself out as far as her small body could manage, every centimeter pressing into the warm ground. Her reddish-brown fur blended into the dirt, making her look more like a misplaced shadow than a kit. She wriggled once, just to make sure she'd taken up the space entirely, before letting out a satisfied grunt.

Her teddy bear—Ma, as lovingly named by Fleakit—watched from nearby with beady black eyes, silently keeping watch.

A paw twitched, followed by a sharp mumble from as she dreamed. Her face scrunched up and then she muttered, "Who're you callin' mousebrain... I'm unna kick your ass." Her tail whipped against the ground, then went still once more. The nursery remained silent, save for her wheezy snores and occasional sleep-induced profanity.
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shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• ooc @Mothbite
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  I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
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• FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
  - she/her
  - kit
  - 5 moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  - speech thought
  - physical powerplay permitted (smol bean)
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

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[Mothbite]

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indentMoth pushes his way into the nursery, holding a wad of soft moss in this mouth. He had taken it upon himself to clean out the soiled bedding in the den, and replace it with new nest material. Cherry and Ember can't leave their kits alone, Timber has his paws full with the orphans, and most of the other warriors are busy with more pressing matters.'This place is a wreck. I thought Vampire was helpin' out, since he's always lingering here, but I guess he's leaving it to me. Figures.' Moth puts down the moss and sets to work repairing the nests.

indentIn the time since he's taken out the old bedding, someone has taken up residence in a now half-constructed nest. Fleakit lies in a little sunbeam, squirming and muttering to herself. Moth has to admit, seeing her does tug at his heartstrings a little. Just like him, she was abandoned, left to fend for herself at far to young an age. She was so small too, it was hard not to want to curl up around her and smother her in your fur.

indent"Who're you callin' mousebrain... I'm unna kick your ass."

indentWell, sometimes it's difficult. Then she opens her little mouth, and reminds you how much of a little hellion she is. Moth is most definitely not intimidated by her, even a little bit. There's no way a little bug like her could hurt him! 'She could annoy me to death, though...'

indentWith a deep sigh, Moth sets about fixing up the nests. He grabs a bit of moss and, ever so carefully, nudges Fleakit aside with his nose, so he can out some bedding beneath her. 'Please don't wake up, Please don't wake up...'

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[FleaKit]

its dead! poke it with a stick.

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tw - language

To say that Fleakit was bad-mannered was an understatement—she knew that—everyone who knew her knew that. Her mouth could put even the most creative cats to shame, and her temper was about as flammable as dry grass in a summer drought. On top of it all, she hadn't lived with other cats before—not really. Sure, there'd been her ma, her siblings, and the dozen or so cats withering away in their respective cages. But that ain't count.

So, sometimes, she forgot these ShadowClan cats even existed. Honest mistake—she hadn't been bunking with them long. Half the time when she opened her eyes, she half-expected to be back in her old hideout, the bustle of monsters and two-leg chatter just outside. Pa would be snoring like a bloated frog, flicking flies off his face. But then she'd come to, remember where she was, and get pissed off all over again. Every word Pa ever taught her would flood back, and she'd curse him til she couldn't breathe.

This time, though, when Fleakit's eyes fluttered open, she didn't put the pieces together right away. Some big, ugly brute was lingering over her, rooting through her stuff. Pa once said that if she ever caught a cat stealing from her, she needed to mess em up real good so they'd never think about doing it again. That advice ran through her mind, but not before the shock of having some stranger in her space. Too close. After living in the two-leg place for a bit, she learned that the way to survive was to act first and ask questions later.

Fleakit startled hard—claws first—flailing them in his direction. A noise tore from her throat that didn't sound like her at all. Her body twisted and then did an awkward somersault before skittering backward like a bug. Her spine arched, her hair raised, and amber eyes turned into saucers as she stared down the hazy threat.

And then it clicked.

This shithole was ShadowClan. The cat ruffling through her nest was no stranger—just one of their so-called 'warriors'. Mothbite. She remembered him because she thought his name was dumb as hell. Moths didn't bite!

The panic settled into irritation, shoulders loosening as her eyes narrowed into slits. Sooooo maybe she'd overreacted a little. Not that it was her fault.

"W-what the fuck is wrong with you?!" She growled, making up for the stutter in her voice with extra venom. "You get dropped on your head as a kit or something? Didn't your ma teach you not to stick your crusty paws in someone else's nest? Huh?!" Now that her nap was ruined and he'd jump-scared the crap out of her, she was going to let him have it. Couldn't have these cats thinking she was soft, now could she? No way! Fleakit had a reputation to uphold.

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shes got a knife ▬ι═ﺤ stab stab

• ooc
• 
  I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
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• FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
  - she/her
  - kit
  - 5 moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  - speech thought
  - physical powerplay permitted (smol bean)
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

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