PAFP Prompt Territory ShadowClan ☽ What goes bump in the night... ✧ Late night (baby) patrol ☾

[Stoatpaw]

{$title} This thread is specifically for kits/apps to join except those who are pinged later in the thread - please don't join with warrior aged cats!

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

The last almost moon had begun to grate on Stoatkit; she was meant to be excited! She'd be apprenticed soon, getting the chance to prove herself. But the events around camp and the territory had been keeping her awake. Even their eyes clamped shut, their face clamped beneath her paws like it'd help her sleep. Try as she might, the flicker of bones crossed her vision, the skull bubbling beneath the water's surface, like her father himself drowned the life from the poor soul. Fleapaw's jaws clamped on the dead hawk, like she'd brought the thing down singlehandedly, the skeleton of some long-dead apprentice at her own feet like she bore the blood of that poor soul. Tears pricked at her eyes, her stomach turning, feeling like there were eyes trained on her.

It was no use; she couldn't sleep at this rate. With everything happening, she desperately needed confirmation there wasn't anything evil or nasty out there. For a moment, she glanced to her father, sleeping peacefully. 'Should I wake him up?...' She asked herself. He promised to always keep her safe, and she trusted that. But she didn't know how much he'd believe her worry if he'd let her go outside herself to just check. She couldn't believe it without seeing it herself. Instead, her eyes flickered to Monster, curled up far from her. Her tail flicked as another wave of nausea washed over her. 'What if he tried to follow me and I don't know....' Monsterkit had the same... Tenacity as Fleapaw, if she didn't bring him purposefully, he might wake up and follow anyway, and she couldn't risk her kin being hurt. But just the two of them? No, that wouldn't be safe either; there was only one cat she could trust to keep them safe, the bravest cat she knew.

Eyes flickering to Timberfrost and Monsterkit again, she nudged the kitten tenderly at the side. She whispered, as best she could, just beside Monster's face "Monster... I'll be back; wait outside the nursery for me, okay?". She cringed, seeing Timberfrost stir for just a moment, but ever since they'd joined Shadowclan, he'd slept a lot more easily at night. He wasn't the only one looking after her, and she was almost ready to look after herself anyway! If the other kitten wasn't awake enough to hear her, she could return easily. But for now, she had someone else to go grab.

With quiet paws, she slinked out of the nursery, peeking around for any cats who may intercept her, though while she was stark white against the dark pocosin, the night gave her some semblance of cover. Skittering across camp, she quickly came upon the apprentice's den, she'd looked inside a couple times before when Fleapaw wanted to show off her new nest triumphantly, and some day soon she'd get to join! And lo and behold, the very cat she was seeking was right where she needed her. Padding over, wary not to wake the other apprentices, she gently pressed her nose again into Fleapaw's side, trying to stir her awake.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Prompt: The night has left your character feeling uncomfortably restless, so they take a few laps around camp to tire out. They start to feel drowsy until they notice several pairs of glowing eyes from the pines peering down at them. they just as quickly disappear (wiggled a little so they're outside the camp!! You'll see why :p )
  also please don't post until @DessertDingo @Scarlet / @Monstergaze @F l e a p a w have!!!
• 
  Stoatkit
  ✦—Shadowclan kit | 5 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix

 

[Monsterkit]

MONSTERKIT, 2 Moons // ShadowClan Kit // He/Him // #ff5700
A solid black tom with red rusting and piercing copper coloured eyes.
Family is TIMBERFROST, FLEAPAW and STOATKIT
No thoughts, head empty. For now.

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The young tom had been twitching slightly where he lay curled up in the nest, dreaming again no doubt. The twitching was never enough to wake any other cat but it was enough to be noticeable if any cat watched him long enough. Thankfully he'd be pulled out of his nightmares when a gentle whisper caught his ear and a paw nudged his side softly. Monsterkit would sleepily blink his eyes open and lifted his head up slowly to catch a glimpse of Stoatkit-- She whispered something about that she'd come back and for him to wait outside the nursery for her. The kit would give a soft squeak of a yawn as he slowly stretched his little legs out but he would give a sleepy little nod in answer as well, keeping his voice low "Ooookay, we going on adventure?" He almost added an 'again' at the end there but remembered Fleapaw had told him to keep their night adventure a secret.

As Stoatkit slinked back out of the nursery Monsterkit would give a little shake of his pelt to become loose of any scraps in his fur, looking to Timberfrost for a few moments he wanted to brush up against the tom to show him his thanks for always looking after him and that he'd be back to the nest soon-- But he could tell Stoatkit hadn't wanted to wake the older cat and doing so might just do that. Maybe he could do so once they returned? His copper gaze lingered on the other cat for a few moments longer, wondering why Flea and Stoat didn't involve him in these nightly wanders too before eventually clambering on out of the nest and waddling over to the entrance to the nursery to wait where Stoatkit had asked him to-- He was grateful he was included! Maybe the other two just thought Timberfrost needed the rest more?

Monsterkit would plop himself down at the nursery entrance and give another soft yawn, drawing a little paw over his eyes in an attempt to try and wake himself up a little more as he waited, he was sure Stoatkit wouldn't take long but he would wait there all night if she needed him to.

 

[F l e a p a w]

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Fleapaw grumbled as something cold and damp poked into her fur. She curled tighter into herself and wrinkled her nose, arching away from it. When it came again, more persistently, she swiped lazily at it.

"Ehhhh..."

Her dreams were nothin but cold, and dark. She couldn't remember what happened or where she was, but the scent of rot clung to her nostrils even as she began to stir from it.

Fleapaw blinked up blearily at a soft shape, her eyes dull with sleep. Kinda felt like she was still dreaming. "What—?" Her voice crackled sharp. Fleapaw's ears flicked, mind groggy as she rolled over with a scowl, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind.

It took a second for everything to clear up. The moment it did, she realized the shape she saw was Stoat. But something wasn't right, the apprentice den was dark. The pale light trickling through cracks in the brambles was from moonlight, not the sun. "What's goin' on, Stoat?" She stretches out her limbs with a squeaky grunt before blinking up at her friend

Less than anything we dream on

FLEAPAW

6 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.

@Tickpaw

We'll continue to be disappointments

 

[Stoatpaw]

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

Stoatkit tried to keep he voice gentle, wary of waking up the other apprentices, but it was hard to hide the waver in her voice. "I... I need your help." She swallowed hard, trying to hide her nervousness, her eyes flicking around the den. Everyone was still asleep, but it didn't help her being worried. "I keep seeing awful things in my sleep. I keep thinking there's something out there." Stoatkit's tail flicked, motioning outside.

She picked at her paws, mindlessly clawing and picking at herself, trying not to think too long or hard about her nightmares. "I don't think anyone else would believe me. Let alone come with me to check." Something felt like it caught in her throat, a lump clinging to every breath. As she tried to continue, she felt her stomach churning, unsure of herself. "You... You don't have to come. I know this sounds stupid I- I'll be outside, I'll wait for a little bit if you wanna come but I know it sounds dumb." Stoatkit's ears pinned back a little; what certainty she had that Fleapaw may have come with her suddenly disintegrated. She didn't give Fleapaw a chance to reply before she stood and left the apprentice's den, if Fleapaw wanted to come with in the end they could talk outside.

Though she took a deep breath, desperate to maintain her face as she saw a little brown lump of fur in the clearing, she couldn't help but smile. She padded over to Monsterkit and gently nuzzled at the top of his head. "Just gotta wait for Fleapaw if she wants to come or not, then all three of us can have a little adventure together. You excited Monster?" She purred; she could see how sleepy the tiny thing was; if he got too tired, it wouldn't be too hard for her to carry him back. She didn't wanna go too far from camp, but with Fleapaw in tow, she wasn't about to hold her breath for it.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 
  Stoatkit
  ✦—Shadowclan kit | 5 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix

 

[Tickpaw]

TICK

How does it feel to reach the line that no-one ever dared to cross

Tickpaw had settled into the nest he'd claimed for as long as possible, which, realistically, meant until the inevitable stirring began. The shifting and turning, the faces he couldn't push away. The lifeless eyes that had been staring at him, the scent of rot that entered his senses, the way a stiff body had been pressed to his nose and-- He had fled from the warmth of his nest, ready to stretch his legs and hopefully let the nightmare simmer down to nothing but... A bad dream...

Yawning away the last remnants of sleep, he peered down the entrance of the nursery, eyes flicking toward Monsterkit. The little kit had been left alone for a brief moment... And he was certain where Monsterkit was, either Stoatkit or Fleapaw were nearby.

Not that Stoatkit knew he was here. He blamed his restless paws. Sleep didn't come easy. Nightmares, as usual. Ones he'd rather forget.

" Stoat goin' on an adventure? " he finally rumbled, his voice low and teasing as he smirked at Monsterkit, moving a bit closer to the entrance of the nursery. His ears twitched, perking slightly. " Guess I'll tag along. Since she's probably dragging my sister into it, huh? " His voice remained hushed as he dipped his head slightly toward the younger kit.

He didn't know Monsterkit well. Not yet. But he knew Stoatkit and Fleapaw were… fond of him.

He shook the thought away as movement caught his attention. Stoatkit had tumbled out of the apprentice den again. Tick remained still, watching for a moment before clearing his throat. His orange eyes, bright against the night's shadows, settled on her.

" Hey. You okay with me joining, Stoat? "

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[Hushpaw]

ERROR 404!

Oops... Sleep Not Found

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Hushpaw was already struggling to fall asleep as it was– having Stoatkit sneaking in to wake up Fleapaw definitely wasn't helping. He was just about to roll over and try burying his head into the moss lining of his nest when he happened to overhear what the younger cat was saying.

"I keep seeing awful things in my sleep. I keep thinking there's something out there."

Chills swept through Hushpaws body, not just because what she was saying was creepy, but because it was all too relatable to his own problems.

Horrifying dreams. Unreasonable paranoias. Things he knew weren't true but felt terrified against all the same. And now, Stoatkit wanted to go looking for it– whatever it was?

As they slipped back out of the den, leaving Fleapaw to follow if they so chose to, Hushpaw lifted his head and peared over at his now-awake peer. "Y-you don't think there's actually anything out there, do you?" he asked, a little accusatory, as if he was surprised Fleapaw would buy into such a stupid idea. "Like, d-dream stuff?" he clarified, because obviously there was stuff out there, just.. Not whatever weird things Stoatkit was dreaming up.

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shadowclan apprentice - male - a small, black and white kit with spiky fur and green eyes

 

[F l e a p a w]

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The shake in Stoatkit's voice sobers her up quick. Fleapaw sat up, face suddenly a whole lot more serious. Would've been easy to turn her away, like the adults did—to wave off her worries and call it a figment of her imagination. But Stoatkit was her friend. So if something was scaring Stoatkit, real or not, she'd give it a taste of her claws.

Before she could offer her support, the white kit had already bolted back outside. Tch. Flea exhaled sharply through her nose and hauled herself upright, stretching out her stiff joints.

Movement in the dark catches her eye. A familiar black-and-white pelt—Hushpaw. At his question, she shrugs. "Nah." Plenty cats seemed to think something was up. Plenty of odd things happened in ShadowClan—there were times she'd felt eyes burning on her back. And then there was that time with the frost… But did she think it was a curse or ghosts? Not really.

She smirked at Hushpaw, flicking his ear with her tail as she skulked past the brambles. "Lil' adventure never hurt, though."

Shadows shifted outside the den, and more than two pairs of eyes gleamed in the dim moonlight. Hushpaw—Monsterkit—Tick?

Fleapaw blinked. Wasn't expecting to find her brother, but maybe she should've. Monsterkit was a given. If he wasn't glued to Timber, he was with them. She saunters over and ruffles Monster's head with a tired smile. "Ain't you tired little buddy?" If he wasn't tired now, he was gonna be in the mornin' that was for sure.

Her eyes drifted, finally landing on Stoatkit. She rolled her shoulder and then tilts her head slightly. Flea keeps her voice low, hoping not to disturb any of the less fun members of their clan. "I'm here. Where we goin?"

Less than anything we dream on

FLEAPAW

7 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.

@Tickpaw

We'll continue to be disappointments

 

[Stoatpaw]

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

She was surprised to see Tickpaw and Hushpaw awake, too; she was nervous about having woken them up herself, but Tick asking to come along was enough to have the kitten relax a little. But not much, her paw hurt picking at it absently with a claw, she bit her tongue noticing a bead of blood welling from her absent picking. Tucking that paw behind the other, she smiled weakly at her friend. "Of course you can Tick, it's nice having more of us around honestly..."

For a moment, words failed, especially as she could see Flea asking why she'd awoken them all. Stoatkit wondered if she was overthinking everything. Nervousness for no reason. Was it just all in her head? Or... No. She breathed a steady sigh before speaking again. "You've seen the weird stuff happening, right?" She spoke calmly, trying to keep her voice down. Though there was still something in her eyes, an almost wild expression that clearly had been plaguing her mind longer than she let on.

"Cats seeing things in the water and reeds, Magpiekit was talking to something none of us could see. I know you've felt the weird-" Stoatkit waved a paw as she spoke, motioning all around camp. "-something in the air. I- I've seen leafbare before, and this isn't right.". She grew uneasy, nauseous even at the prospect. Something weird was happening, and it unsettled her. "I. I just wanna make sure there isn't anything out there."

The kitten stared at the brambles and up to the wiry trees that spotted the pocosin. Her fur bristled when she saw nocturnal birds up high, which was dangerous for smaller cats like them, but they'd be safe together. "I know it's... Dumb. But I haven't slept right in days now; I need to know if there's something out there, but I know the warriors won't help.". She huffed; her plan out loud seemed foolish. "Just... I know we probably wont find anything, I really hope we don't I just don't wanna be alone out there right now.". She added sheepishly.

She huffed a little before standing up. "You don't have to come with me if you don't wanna, but I know you don't like me leaving without warning, Flea." Stoatkit spoke with a slight purr as she nudged her friend affectionately before turning towards the brambles. "We won't go too far away from camp... I just want to make sure there isn't anything out there....". She spoke absently, she was wide awake at that point so if they planned to join her or not, she was going to walk about outside camp, so they would definitely follow, they always did.

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The air was cool, a lot lighter than in camp, but the air was tinged with that familiar scent of dampness. It was comforting at that point; it all she knew, except for those few short moons before the pocosin. Even with mud again tingeing the pads of her paws, it wasn't something uncomfortable, for the weight of the world that seemed to cling to the clan with the awful ongoings, the swamp itself still held comforts that couldn't be pried away. Night hung over them like a cooling blanket, the moonlight filtering through clouds that seeped over the stars, darkening the land every so often.

But even with the comforts, Stoatkit was jumpy, to say the least. Even with friends and kin alike tailing her, anxiety still gnawed at her chest. She'd brought them out here for a reason, after all, to make sure nothing foul or awful lay in these lands. It seemed unlikely; she knew it as much, but what is seen in the night by a child is easily misconstrued. It didn't help Stoatkit was all too aware how much of a sitting duck her lack of hearing made her, she could compensate with speech in conversations, but she was all too aware now that in a place she feared there could be something around any corner, not hearing something approaching would spell her doom. She walked slowly, smelling the air and hoping any unfamiliar scent would catch her attention.

However, in her nervous wandering, she noticed something... Peculiar? She raised her tail, how she'd seen the warriors occasionally signal to others for everyone else to stop in their tracks. Stoatkit looked around, confused, she realised she'd lead them away from the beaten path, further from camp than she intended. So the looming, shadowy and seemingly dilapidated twoleg structure before them was enough to make her blood run cold. "I- Did any of you know this was here?". She whispered desperately, worry evidenced in her eyes.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Been a while so pinging everyone already in the thread, though people can still tag along at this point now we've found the shelter @F l e a p a w @Monsterkit @Tickpaw @Hushpaw
• 
  Stoatkit
  ✦—Shadowclan kit | 5 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix

 

[Tickpaw]

TICK

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

Tickpaw's ear flicked as Stoatkit spoke, voicing concerns about the strange things happening around camp and in the territory. He had noticed, too. At first, he had dismissed it, thought it was just something normal, something explainable. But it wasn't. " I have. " he finally admitted, his voice quiet. " Not quite the things you want to see. " He remembered it all, the image in the puddle, staring back at him like a cruel reflection that wasn't his own. The voices on the wind, whispering words too soft to catch but heavy enough to chill his bones. The footprints that led to nowhere. A cruel joke. That's what it felt like. And then there was Magpiekit. Talking to someone. Someone who wasn't there.

Something was wrong.

Tickpaw tilted his head, studying the young apprentice in front of him. When Stoatkit mentioned Leafbare, he nearly scoffed. Something else new. Living in ShadowClan was full of firsts. Everything was new. Everything was different. He was still learning, still figuring things out, though Mirepurr did their best to teach him. " I'm coming "

He didn't question it. He just followed. As they travelled, Tickpaw took in everything. Some sights were new, making his orange eyes widen with something almost like childlike wonder. But even as he enjoyed the walk, he stayed alert. The woods were full of danger, and no matter how determined they were to prove they could handle themselves, they weren't warriors yet.

When Stoatkit suddenly stopped, tail raising in the air, Tickpaw halted just as quickly. His muscles tensed. His ears twitched. " What is it? " he asked, voice low as he scented the air. Stepping forward cautiously, his sharp eyes locked onto the structure ahead. Something about it felt… wrong. Unfamiliar. " I haven't seen it before... " he murmured, creeping a little closer. " Not even on my expeditions with Mirepurr. "

And that alone made his fur prickle. Was it safe?

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[Rookshade]

————————————— You hunt down the good in me. ✦

He'd barely slept that night, the chill in air was a bitter thing, cruel and unyielding. His eyes pried open, starlight filtering through the old windows of the shelter, the night felt.... Uneasy somehow. A chill bristled Rook's fur, the cool months were unkind to him and his thin pelt. For a moment, he looked to his only friend, still asleep. Rook breathed a sigh of exhaustion. He hoped for the new season to roll about soon, for the earth to thaw and warmth return to the forest, maybe everything would feel less... Awful. He decided maybe being cooped when up restless like this was no wise action, a walk around the area might serve him enough to tire these wary bones.

Its exactly what he decided to do, prop himself up from his makeshift nest and stretch his gangly limbs with a yawn parting his lips. The night was high, moon stretching above the pocosin, casting the place in a soft white light. He slipped out one of the larger gaps in the side of the building, wondering where he may wander. Perhaps a lone creature might cross his path for a quick meal, God knows his aching stomach longed for something more substantial. That was, until, his fur prickled. His ears perked at a sound, distinct with a poor attempt at being hushed. Voices.

His body pressed low to the ground, on high alert hearing voices so late in the night near the shelter. As Rook snuck in silence towards the sources of the noise, heart pounding, he actually listened to them. Creeping closer they sounded... Frantice almost? Apprehension hung in the air with every spoken word. For a moment, the tom hesitated. His initial panic at the idea of cats coming to hurt him and his companion wavered, he needed to see who these cats were. Taking a wider path around the side of the shelter, rounding behind to where these cats should have been standing, his eyes widened when he stepped from the brambles he'd snuck through. Stood before him, completely unaware he was there, a group of young cats, far too young to be out here alone. One was a tiny little thing, kittens no less, alone in the middle of the pocosin in the cruel coldness of the night.

Rook's heart thumped in his chest, not the nervousness of earlier, but sheer horror. Had they wandered from somewhere, were they abandoned? He spoke before thinking, words tumbling from his maw with shock lacing each word. "What are you all doing here?"

——— My foundation rumbles,

and all my morals crumble. ———

• Surprise its Rook time, these lil dudes found his house. feel free to have ur lil dude panic or lash out, bite him if u want but he's gonna be bringin everyone back to camp for safety once yall have. :)
• 
  Rook
  ✦—Loner -> Future Shadowclan Warrior | 26 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A black silver tabby oriental shorthair tom with amber eyes.
  #724184

 

[F l e a p a w]

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Whatever was going on with Stoat, it had her real scared. Fleapaw smothered a yawn behind her paw and gave a groggy but sincere nod. "I guess I've noticed something..." Though honest, she hadn't the faintest idea what that something might be. But ShadowClan was full of weirdos, so nothing would surprise her anymore. "It's been pretty weird, sure—but what isn't around here?" She snorted, padding over to bump shoulders with her best friend.

"And hey, it ain't dumb. We got your back, Stoat. Ain't that right?" Fleapaw tossed a glance back toward Monsterkit, Tickpaw, and Hushpaw. Even if they didn't find anything, so what? She wasn't about to miss out on a late-night adventure with her best friend, and if it eased her mind, all the better.

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She brought up the rear, sauntering after the group with all the confidence of a cat three times her size. The thick, wet air clung to her frizzled pelt, and her tail flicked lazily behind her. The ruddy apprentices' whiskers twitched, soaking in the scents. The pocosin was quiet, but it buzzed with life just beneath the surface. The oppressive darkness was something she'd grown used to by now and it would take more than a bump in the night to set her off.
But when Stoat's tail shot up, Fleapaw jolted to attention. She froze, scanning the dark.. Fleapaw blinked and realized she didn't recognize this part of the swamp. Even she hadn't ventured this way.

Before them stood the skeleton of a two-leg structure collapsed and rotting where it sat, swallowed by moss and mud. Old, rusted things half-buried in the ground caught slivers of moonlight. She stepped forward, head swiveling to take it all in. "Nuh-uh." Flea answered mindlessly. "I've explored all over and never seen this before."

She pawed curiously at a chunk of metal jutting from the dirt, momentarily distracted until a rustle behind them made her spin. A voice scraped down her spine. At first she worried they might've been followed out of camp, but it wasn't one of their clanmates. Her hackles shot up, tail fluffed and stiff. The figure that stepped out was tall and lanky, maw agape, teeth glinting in the light.

Stoat was right after all, it was a… a monster!

"AAACK!" Fleapaw yelped, all four paws lifting clear off the ground. Heart hammering, she landed. Torn between fight or flight it was a no brainer what she picked.

"R-run!" She barked to the others. "I'll keep it busy!" The apprentice charged forward and latched onto one of its legs, snapping her jaws with small, furious snarling. Flea wasn't the biggest, or the strongest, but she sure as hell wasn't letting some ugly monster eat the cats she cared about.

Less than anything we dream on

FLEAPAW

7 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.

@Tickpaw

We'll continue to be disappointments