Private Backwritten ShadowClan youre gonna go far kid 𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 — vulture

[F l e a p a w]

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Cannonically Febuary 25th

Fleapaw heard from Tick about some cat he met on the border. From the sound of it, he was a real mouthy bastard, too. Tickpaw sure had more patience than she did. She would've messed him up real good before bringing him back. Maybe she still would, just so he got a feelin' for how different things were gonna be now. And so he knew to be nicer to her brother.

She spotted him right away. He was pretty big, dark furred, and prickly lookin' as a bramble thicket. The ruddy she-cat sauntered over, an unimpressed look on her face. "So you're the outsider they brought in." Fleapaw smoothed her voice out, roughing it, trying to make it sound deeper.

"Don't look like much." She looked 'em over, tail to snout, moving in a slow lap, circling him like he was some dead thing on the side of the thunderpath. "Oh, and just so you know… that blue tom you were an ass to, is my brother." A hiss seeped out with the last word. She wasn't about to let anyone talk down her siblings. If he thought he was hot stuff, then she would be more than happy to put him in his place.

That's what Wolfpack would've done, and if this rat couldn't hold his own against her... or if he was some frog-bellied coward. Then he didn't belong here.

Fleapaw pressed, shoving her way into his space. There wasn't much strength behind it, but she would try him all the same.

OOC - BEAT HER ASSSS

All I did was try my best

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.

This the kinda thanks I get?

 

[VULTUREPAW]

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He was not in the mood, wishing to be left alone and grieve in peace. But no, even after he had decided to join them not everyone was satisfied. Clearly his apperance here had drawn attention. Vulturekit faced them with the same unimpressed look, in fact it was like he was looking at a fly who had dared enter his space, nothing more, and nothing less. At first he didn't say anything like if he stayed quiet and put she might decide to leave him alone but that swiftly showed to not be the case as the apprentice started to circle him along with an insult that normally would bother him but now reached numb ears. Don't look like much....

Vulture rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. What bother him though was how this annoying prick was circling him around like a hawk. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?. For once when he actually didn't want to fight to use violence when it had ended so badly just earlier that day....someone like this just had to approach them. " Just leave me alone...." His voice was tired, wishing nothing more but for whatever this was to end. He just wanted this day to end. But no, this runt just contunie to run her mouth mentioning something about a brother, the one he had meet before. With a roll of his eyes Vulture shifted his gaze elsewhere, unbothered. " Don't care." he said indifferently, not caring if he had hurt her brothers feelings or whatever. It had been a long horrible day, the last thing he cared about right now was some strangers feelings getting hurt.

But his words had not landed well, in responds the apprentice had got up into his personal space, and as Vulture turned his attention back on her the she-cat was close up to his face, too close for his liking, too close to what he could stand. It was a reflex, as he used the front paw and attempted to slam his paw into Fleapaw's chest and push her harshly away from him while his teeth clenched tightly. " Get out of my face!!." he would snap at her, fur starting to bristle. Now his patience had run thin as his fighting instinct kicked in ready for whatever was gonna come next.

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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!

 

[F l e a p a w]

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Ugh, he was so irritating! She expected more of a reaction from him. What Tickpaw told her made him sound like a total ass, but she could barely a rise. Was she really that unworthy of his precious attention? The stuck-up bastard wouldn't even look at her! She didn't know what hole his royal rat-face had crawled out of, but he wasn't shit here.

When she invaded his space, he finally moved. The sudden shift in attitude caught her off guard. Like she flipped a switch. One second he was ignoring her, and the next he was shoving her away, the force sending her stumbling back. She catches herself and shifts her balance, head snapping up in an instant. The audacity of this cocky jerk! His attitude rubbed her every bit the wrong way.

Her eyes narrowed, tail flicking sharply behind her as she glared up. A low hiss seeped through her teeth. "You… stuffy bastard. She scoffed, soaking it in before her volume abruptly shot up to a bark. Think you're better than me or somethin?!" Her claws came unsheathed, scraping thin grooves into the ground. She came to get a point across, but it seemed like he was going to need her to drill it into his head. The apprentice sprang forward, forepaws splayed and going in for a tackle.

Fleapaw: 20/20 HP
- Undersized and lacks training. Disadvantage to rolls.
- Rolls a 1d8

Rolled a 1d8 → 1

All I did was try my best

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.

This the kinda thanks I get?