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The Cannibal
It truly was a shame, they probably said. A cat old enough for warriorhood, with her father's healthy and powerful lineage and her mother's pretty face and enforcer legacy. Such a shame that she was so disappointing. Still an apprentice, while her prodigal brother Dogskull was probably making waves already within clan politics. But Seedpaw loved pissing people off and rebelling against the norm, so she wouldn't have it any other way. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She would rather be a warrior now, if only so everyone would stop bossing her around. Only being allowed to be bossed around by high ranks and enforcers at least narrowed the pool of potential bossy cats. Still, Seedpaw didn't like the idea of growing up, and wanted to enjoy the excuse of "I'm just an appwentice, I don't know any bettew uwu" for as long as it was an option.
Right now, she was dabbing moss rolled in some Ash onto someone's nest. She'd found a lone tree that got struck by lightning during a recent thunderstorm. The rain seemed to have prevented a forest fire, but there was a lot of asg around, and while Seedpaw found the smell of burning lovely, the ash definitely made you sneeze. If she got caught, she could claim she was trying to clean the nests with moss. Everyone in the clan thought she was stupid anyway. How could she not be? Always joking around, not taking things seriously and mentioning so many flaws. In reality, Seedpaw was just painfully self-aware of her shortcomings, bored to death and, in fact, very smart. So much so that she figured out how to use the clan's opinion of her to her advantage.
And so she had predicted the possibility of someone entering the den as well. They didn't seem to be heading for this nest specifically so it wasn't theirs, right? Hmmm..the work was tedious and maybe she could use an Accomplice. Though she waited to see if they'd bring it up first.