Open Territory ShadowClan we are the wasted youth ☾.⭒ — apprentice fishing

This thread takes place outside the clan's camp in its territory.

Fleapaw

into the fire and born again
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She'd waited near the apprentice den like she was supposed to, rounding up every other furball apprentice that'd finished up for the day. Once they were moving, the trek out to the basin wasn't long—but with a whole gaggle of paws in tow, it felt like a full-blown expedition. Fleapaw strutted ahead with her tail curled high, cutting through the mist-laced undergrowth.

Wolfpack gave her an inch of trust, and she wasn't about to string herself up with it. Still, what was the harm in having a little fun along the way?

Once they were close, she tossed a look over her shoulder, shooting those behind her a crooked smirk. "Last one there's a dead frog!" Without giving them a chance to catch up, she bolted ahead with a ripple of laughter, paws kicking up clumps of soft earth. "Hurry up losers!

The trail opened into a mossy clearing, and just ahead lay the basin—really more of a soggy dent stemming from the main pond, bloated from the storm runoff. Sunlight filtered weakly through the canopy, glinting off muddied water that sloshed between crooked roots and lush weeds. It was shallow, muddied, and writhing with life. Frogs croaked lazily in paradise, water bugs skated across the surface, and the sharp stink of peat and stagnant water clung to the air. Fleapaw bounded through the spongy ground before skidding to stop. She whirled around to see if she'd won.

You heard her, get in losers we're going fishing. Roll higher than Fleapaw to win the race if you want! @Stoatpaw @Hushpaw

Rolled a 1d20 → 18

So many thunderclouds over my bed.
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.


Tellin' me I'll never be good enough
 
Cloudberrypaw watches the older apprentices with half-lidded eyes. Her treks around the territory with Wolfpack have already spent her energy for the day, even though the day in itself is hardly half over. But this was something her own mentor had designated to the cinnamon-furred apprentice. Cloudberrypaw figures if she really pushes it, she can at least make it out there and watch the others splash about (or if they're actually determined, attempt to fish.) It'd be better than hanging around camp and risking an encounter with her parent.

The frog song doesn't distract her, however admittedly the often ill she-cat doesn't push herself to join the race. She keeps up with the clowder as best she can and likely makes it to the basin in fourth or fifth place - but not without consequence. As she arrives, Fleapaw whirls to check on her comrades, and Cloudberrypaw does everything she can to not sputter her breath everywhere. The dark hued molly excuses herself to the shade of a haunting tree, heaving out a breath in silence whilst her chest rattles uncomfortably. A rest; all she needs is time, and then she'll be right as rain again.

[ rolled a 13! currently taking a break due to over exertion </3 ]
 
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickpaw wasn't even surprised by his sister's fiery spirit. A smirk tugged at his maw as she shot ahead, declaring that the last one to the destination would be a dead frog. He let out a puff and a huff before charging forward, ears pinned flat against his skull, pushing himself to go faster than Fleapaw. But with her head start, it was no wonder he still came in just behind her. Mousedung, at least he tried. And a close, close second it was. If only she'd told him sooner, maybe they could have arrived together... A tie.

When they reached the spot, Tickpaw stretched out lazily and yawned, eyes half-lidded. " Congratulations, sister. Your speed is churned up. " he meowed simply, turning his gaze to the other apprentices who had joined them. His orange eyes lingered for a moment on the one with the new name, Cloudberrypaw. Deathberrykit. The weight of the name hung heavy. Closing his eyes halfway, Tickpaw took a moment before clearing his throat. He thought better of asking how she was doing, it was painfully obvious. Instead, he sauntered over to the molly lying beneath a tree and dipped his head slightly. " Good run. " he said simply.

And it had been a good run, considering her condition.

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Rolled a d20: 17
 
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The only reason she dragged herself out of camp was at Fleapaw's instance and the nerves of being reprimanded for not joining a patrol. She watched as her friends ran ahead, a smile knit across Flea's face as she bounded ahead, clearly trying to start a race to wherever it was they were being led to, a pond, was it? Maybe that was another motivator, drawn as always to the water even if the idea of approaching the river made her stomach churn in fear.

Tickpaw just barely couldn't beat the cinnamon blur, and Dea- Cloudberrypaw managed to keep pace. That was what tugged a smile from her face, even if everything felt awful, she had to have that small celebration to see her friends thrive in spite of a poorer start at life, healthwise. Part of her wished she had any kind of energy or motivation to join them, to nudge Cloudberry with a grin like she might have before.

But instead her paws thumped with a timed rhythm, eyes flickering around like Stoatpaw expected something to lunge from the undergrowth. The air was rich from the heat of the sun warming the pocosin, and all it smelled like was home. So she allowed herself a steadied breath, not wanting to dampen everyone else's excitement, especially as with her slow, long strides she seemed to be the last to reach the pond where the others breathed heavy with triumph.

"Good job, all of you." She spoke, still offering well-deserved congratulations. Though her eyes again flickered to Cloudberry, who seemed to struggle to catch her breath after running. Stoatpaw shuffled uncomfortably, worried for the younger apprentice. She hoped the other would be okay, but maybe she could run to get Cicadabuzz if it got any worse... Or maybe send Tickpaw actually... It made her all the more nervous to face the medicine cat in that moment.

Instead, she looked at Fleapaw, looking curiously. There was something that stirred in her stomach, Stoat wasn't quite sure what it was, but the fact that Wolfpack specifically gave Flea an apprentice patrol to lead felt... Off. She didn't know why. Really, she should be happy for her friend, but it was the same strange feeling when Flea got apprenticed before her, but at least this time it felt deserved for the other to get some responsibility; she had grown a lot since getting mentored by Jadethorn.

"Well, then." She hummed, walking to the pond, murky but larger now from the rainfall, eyes flickering to the other with a curious head tilt. "Does anyone actually know how to fish, or do we have to figure that out?" She dipped a paw in the water, watching it ripple gently across the surface, cool to the touch. The fish fluttering underneath didn't seem so bothered yet, but once they started batting around for the prey underneath, that would certainly change.

  • Rolled a d20 -> 5
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