Private SC 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.

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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Wind soared over them with a deafening growl. She lies flat, chest pressed into the gravel until the beast disappears. Once its rumble fades from earshot, she slinks out onto the road cautiously before deeming it safe and scurrying across.

Fleafire's paws hit the other side of the thunderpath soundlessly, landing in the soft earth with a flick of her tail. Once across, she turned to glance back to make sure Stoatstream joined her.

"There we go again with that omen stuff. Jeez, Bluegale said somethin' similar when I brought that skull back." The cinnamon warrior shrugs, finding all those bones was like the coolest thing to ever happen to them. "I don't see what's so wrong about it." If it weren't for Timberfrost she would've had her own bones. Then she thought shit, there was a whole bunch of them just layin' around in the dirt! Fleafire was gonna go dig some up, but for some reason, she couldn't remember where the damn graveyard was! Fleafire looked and even asked about it, but she never could find it again.

"I'll settle for whatever we can find, I guess. Twolegs do got some real fun stuff though." Fleafire muses, reaching into her memory. "Fuzzy things on sticks and jingly round things…" She didn't remember a lot about those days, she'd been in ShadowClan far longer than she ever lived as a kittypet. But she did remember the food.

Dry, tasteless pellets and tins of meat chunks. Mmmmm… meat chunks…

A string of drool slowly dribbles down her chin. Amber eyes glaze over, head empting even just at the memory of a taste she'd had only a few times.

At the mention of bones, the spark jumps back into her eyes. "Wait, really!?" She chirps with a wide gap-toothed grin. Why Stoatstream would ever want to give up bones, she didn't understand. Then again, she didn't care. That just meant more bones for her. "You know you're like the bestest friend ever? I mean it!" No one else ever offered to give her bones.

Stoatstream gives her the go-ahead to lead, and she nods. "You got it! Just leave navigatin' to me." Fleafire takes off, tail arched happily over her back.

With the thunderpath behind them, the path is more straightforward. After cutting across the border, it isn't long before the two-leg place rises before them. Tall fences, metal cans, little lights atop tall poles, and twoleg nests all lined in stiff rows.

Fleafire gives a beckoning flick of her tail before darting across another stretch of hard stone, but pale and not black like the thunderpath. Trotting a few tail-lengths ahead, she crosses into a plush yard. The grass was soft and cropped short, caving easily beneath her pads. The thief crept along the side of a twoleg nest and darted under a narrow gap in the fence. Once under, she waits for her partner in crime. "I came here with Tickfrost once when we were apprentices. There was stuff in those metal things, but getting into them can be loud, so we should be careful." As promised, there they were—a pair of shiny metal tins glinting in the dark just waiting to be knocked over.

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

She had to chuckle nervously at Fleafire's dismissal. It weighed on her more than she would like to admit, but there was no reason to argue with the other. Though a more genuine smile crossed her expression at the burst of excitement about the ivory molly's offer. She would give Flea anything if it made her happy; she deserved it more than anyone at this point.

It hadn't taken long to reach the twoleg place, nodding quietly as Fleafire explained the shiny metal things, she would avoid them to not make any noise. Only the cinnamon molly could hear between the two of them, and she didn't want to put either of them in danger. "You look around those, I'll check this side if there's any way into the twoleg gardens without any issues." He hummed, padding away from her sister.

Along the edge of the twoleg nests were some bushes, she thought to push within and see if there were any openings in the borders of the nests. She pushed beneath the underbrush to sniff about, only for something to catch her attention. The bitter stench of deathscent caught her maw as Stoatstream tried not to gag. Stoat backed away, looking down to see the carrion remnants of some creature; rat, squirrel, something small. The ivory molly didn't want to think too much about the shape of the skull, but most of its flesh was gone at that point. Whatever it was had been long dead, and she knew exactly who would be ecstatic about it.

"Flea." She called out, voice wavering a little as she called for her cinnamon companion, trying to stifile the nausea in her stomach. "I'll give you one guess to what I found." Stoatstream chuckled, dryly; she knew Fleafire would be over the moon, so there was no reason to dampen that.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC - You found... Bones!

The remains of a creature that has met its end. With the fur and flesh gone, these bones can be found in various stages of deterioration.

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.