Private ShadowClan we'll always be friends forever, wont we? ☾.⭒ — stoatstream

[FLEAFIRE]

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Fleafire's ears flopped with every stride, a wicked grin plastered across her face as she tore along the marsh's edge with Stoatstream in tow. The stench of the thunderpath thickened ahead, but beyond it lay the twolegplace—somewhere she knew all too well from before ShadowClan… back when she'd been ditched there. Not that she minded anymore.

"I wonder what cool stuff we might find..." Fleafire mused, "I hope we find bones! What do you wanna find?" Fleafire remembered only scraps from her time there. There were sometimes food scraps, shiny things, and little jingly things. A treasure trove of things for them to make off with. Just thinking about it makes her paws itch.

At the edge of the thunderpath, she came to a stop. Monster-stench burned in her throat. A suffocating smog that would only grow thicker as they neared the twolegplace. Her ears twitched, catching the distant rumble of a monster. Fleafire crouched, limbs taut as it whipped past them. Its glaring eyes swept over the black top that stretched across.

@Stoatstream

We played hide and seek in waterfalls

FLEAFIRE

11 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.

We were younger, we were younger

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

Stoatstream's face crinkled into a smile, narrowing her eyes as she walked at Fleafire's side. She hadn't seen her as excited as this for a while now, her own grin tracing her maw as she dragged the ivory molly along to the twolegs place off across the Thunderpath. She had been many a place in her moons, and she vaguely remembered some kittypets in her youth, kind ones that escorted them to the pocosin.

She was dragged from her own thoughts by Fleafire turning to her with a mischievous look in her eyes (as she often did). Stoatstream let out a chuckle, shaking her head a little at the mention of bones. "I'd rather not find more bones, I've found enough for a lifetime, it's starting to feel like an omen at this point." Her mind returned to the pair of skulls tucked neatly with her collection of treasures in her nest, even though she only found the one, and Tick found the other; it still felt strange. But two's a coincidence is all, if she found more bones is when she would draw the line.

The molly hummed before wandering out loud. "I think more trinkets from twolegs, something shiny or soft for my nest. Twolegs are strange things, but they leave us some fun trinkets!" Her eyes crinkled in another smile. "But I promise you can keep any bones if I find more."

As they reached the edge of the Thunderpath, she felt the characteristic rumbling at her paws. Just as Sablestar taught her, she did not crouch at the edge, but sat a tail's length back from the acrid stretch. Unlike Flea, who could rely on her hearing for when the things had passed, ready to dart away, Stoat exclusively had to look and feel for the things. If she darted across from the edge, unable to hear a second monster trailing behind the first, she was sure to be crow's food.

The shimmering pelt of the monster soared past, leaving its terrible fumes clinging to the air, Stoatstream scrunching her nose up at the awful taste it left in her mouth. She stood there, still, feeling the rumbling grow distant, her eyes flickering back and forth for any sign of the things. As heartbeats passed, she was sure they were safe. "Okay, go now." She absently copied exactly as Sablestar told her to cross, exact wording every time to ensure she didn't get confused and cross at a deadly time.

The blur of cinnamon and ivory darted across the Thunderpath with ease, Stoatstream smiling down at Fleafire, likely the biggest hurdle out of their way. "Well then, lead the way, I would try to, but I'd only get us lost." She giggled lightly, motioning a paw playfully ahead.

It was strange, silly almost, but she felt like a kitten again. The two of them wandered off to go find some mischief to get into. Yes, they were warriors now, but it was nice to think of when life was all pranks and playing and sneaking off to find trinkets. How kind was the world to give them another chance to find that joy again. What was it they always said, thick as thieves, the two of them. How ironic that turned out to be.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.