PAFP Territory You think the devil has horns? || Rta ; What the rubbish?

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viperhowl

trust is for the weak
ShadowClan
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Freshkill
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{$title} Hey why are these weirdos looking for trash? Ykw... Let's join them.


His pelt shook, mud spraying from his thin coat- pardon the long strands that grew from the top of his head and down his neck to the end of his back like an overgrown mullet along his spine. Red and black swirled fur was just covered in this much from his attempt to sneak attack Fleafire. "I definitely scared you, you just don't want to admit it because you think you're too good to be scared just because you graduated before me," Viperhowl huffed, head turning from the other as they walked through their swampy home. He honestly hated it here, the environment was boggy and smelly, and no matter how much you cleaned yourself, mud made it's home in every single crevice. It didn't help it was like- once a week he'd actually clean himself, but regardless. At the end of the day, it was pointless!

"You're still like little fleakit, that followed me like I was the best apprentice in the whole clan-" he teased, casting a half cocked grin at his friend, before aiming to prod a muddy paw into her ruddy coloured shoulder. He wouldn't ever drop it- he'd tease her about it till they were in elders dens one day. He had to make sure that just because she graduated first, that it didn't make any difference towards the fact she had thought he was something great once upon a time. Well, at least she still hung out with him and didn't leave his side over it. It was nice- even if she laughed and teased him back over it.

It wasn't one of his greatest moments- well, moons. But regardless! Here they were now! Warriors! They hardly even had to follow as many rules now that they were warriors. The stench of the thunder path hit his nose before they even saw it, and when he did, his golden gaze quickly scanning over the puddles along the edges, and making sure the monsters lights didn't carry the threat of death with them. He'd pull his paws forward, dipping a paw into one of the puddles to try to get some of the muck off, before a shimmer made him narrow his gaze and lean in closer. "Hey, I already see something shiny. Hold, hmmm" he said, digging his paw deeper until he pulled out a jagged shiny rock, the metallic scent almost like blood. "Haha! Here it is, yes. Trash. But my trash." He said, feeling accomplished already from his find.

//Found an iron ore!
Please wait for @FLEAFIRE

 
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Fleafire snorted, mud dripping from her chin as she cut him a side-eye. "Please. I've seen way scarier shit than you." The corner of her mouth tugged into a smirk. Anyone who'd ever laid eyes on Froststorm for the first time would've dirted themselves for sure. He wasn't all that bad once you got to know him though. "Actually, maybe your face is a little scary. You get somethin' heavy dropped on it as a kit?"

He jabbed her shoulder, and she swung one of her muddy paws up to swat it away. "I did not! The only thing followin' you were flies, 'cause you reeked like badger crap then and you still do now!" Fleafire huffed, tail flicking sharply against his flank.

The teasing died down when the smell of the Thunderpath rolled over them. The blacktop lay silent, cicadas screaming across the border. No monsters or ThunderClan patrols in sight, just the heat of the stones and the oily stink that clung to everything near it.

Viperhowl's excited voice made her glance up just in time to see him haul some weird, jagged rock out of the ground. "Another's trash is treasure for someone." She gave it a long look before shuffling past him. "What're you even gonna do with that?" If he ended up tossing it out, she knew one shiny-eyed magpie collector that might appreciate such a 'unique' piece.

Something glinted in the dirt near her paw. She crouched and hooked it out—a small, round piece of metal. Fleafire scowled, turning it over with a claw. "How come there are never any bones? Plenty of stuff die on the Thunderpath, don't it?" How come she only ever found one bone? A bone, mind you, that took her about forever to dig up. Then she drags it home, and freakin' Timberfrost throws it away while she's not looking. Same shit that pisses her off every time she thinks about it. Maybe Timberfrost outta get some burrs in his nest again for old times' sake.

They don't know, they can't see
FLEAFIRE
12 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson
Fleafire 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, Fleafire is corrupt and has minimal, 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.


Who we are, fear is the enemy