Camp a place to call home / open

[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

After the chaos, after the battle, after finding this camp... Marble finally had a moment to breathe. But her mind refused to settle, soaring relentlessly from one thought to another. What would happen to Seal now that her mother was gone? The kit couldn't be left without someone to care for her. Was Possum okay? He was alive, but... what exactly had happened? How many had been hurt? Was all this destruction born from the tension within the camp?

Sleep was an impossibility. Not even the briefest rest came to her. With a gentle nuzzle to Seal and a pleading glance toward Flame, who had nestled nearby, she slipped quietly out of their resting place. The flame point tom took her spot beside the young kit, his presence a silent reassurance as Marble stepped into the cool night.

She inhaled deeply, the crisp air doing little to calm the whirlwind in her chest. Her ears twitched as she scanned the camp, taking in its eerie stillness. This was to be their home now. Sable was no longer just Sable; he was Sablestar. And Hawthorne... Hawthorne was dead. The reality felt surreal, as if it were a dream she could not wake from.

How could she find sleep when her thoughts spiraled like this? Everything from that day blurred together. She barely understood what had transpired. Her brother had guided her to a safe place, where she'd stayed to protect the kits as chaos reigned outside. Then, he had dragged her away, urging her to follow their family, which meant leave behind others.

She had seen the bodies. She had seen Seal's mother lying lifeless among them. Her heart twisted painfully at the memory.

What had caused this? What could possibly justify such bloodshed? A shiver ran down her spine as she wrapped her plumy tail tightly around her paws, her gaze fixed on the night sky. The stars above shimmered in quiet indifference, offering no answers. Marble closed her eyes, willing the questions to silence themselves—if only for a moment.

GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND

ooc: open to anyone who wants to have a chat in the cool night air

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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"You're up late." he noted as he made his way down the slope into camp and noticed her sitting there.

It wasn't hard to read the expression on her face as troubled, and Wolf weighed the pros and cons of acknowledging it. He was hardly a sympathetic ear, and he doubted his brand of 'comfort' was what a cat like Marbleshine would want or need, but he hadn't gotten much time to speak to her since the split and a part of him was still curious about weather enough time had passed to carve the naivety out of her.

She was also easy company, and Wolf was seldom against that in his downtime.

"Hard to sleep in a new place?" he asked as he took a seat beside her, knowing she wasn't used to moving and settling in new territory.

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loner/future shadowclan - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

Startled, the blue point turned her gaze, blue hues landing on the figure approaching her. Relief washed over her as she recognized Wolf. Despite his rugged exterior, she had grown fond of him. There was so much more to him than met the eye, after all.

" Yes, sorry! I just... had a lot on my mind. " she admitted softly, her ear flicking as her paws shifted uneasily against the ground. Her gaze drifted upward to the stars, a faint shadow crossing her expression. How many cats had fallen while she had been guarding the kits?

" It's hard to sleep. " she added quickly, as though to brush aside her somber thoughts. " But I'm sure I'll manage eventually! " She turned to him with a small, warm smile, the gesture a quiet reassurance, both for herself and for him.

GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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If Wolf thought back far enough in his life, he could remember a time where he perhaps experienced a similar sense of uneasiness when arriving in a new spot. Back when he was young and still learning the rules, trying to figure out how the world worked beyond the brief, basic lessons of what his mother had taut him. She'd been a fine enough dam in his opinion, had kept him safe, and warm, and fed, but she'd had little interest in extra baggage and he'd been left to figure things out early on.

And he had.

Marble was starting much later in life with this journey, dragged from the familiar and into a world of unknown, and as he watched her babble out excuses and apologies and reassurances all in one breath, he wondered if this was the start of the end for her. If he was witniessing the very first cracks in her naive little world.

Or maybe, if given the time, she'd learn to live with everything too.

He made a noncommittal sound of approval at her mention of getting over it eventually, finding that it was at least the right attitude, even if it hardly sounded as if she believed it. "Give it a few weeks. By the time the next new moon comes around, you'll feel more confident."

She just needed some time to decompress. War, death, leaving your home– it was always a lot, at first.

"You've been looking after that kit since we left– are you keeping her?" he asked, unsure of what was typically done in these circumstances. He found he wasn't against the idea of Marble claiming the child, though. Nobody else had stepped up to do it, and as a cat who believed in taking what he wanted, he didn't see any fault with the blue point taking something for herself.

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loner/future shadowclan - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

The weight of her emotions pressed heavily against her chest, making it hard to breathe as she tried to process everything. How could she even begin to unburden herself of it all? One moment, she had been there, surrounded by the trees she had called home and now, she found herself in this unfamiliar marshland. The damp earth clung to her paws, foreign and unwelcoming, yet it was supposed to be her home now. That's what they told her. That's what Wolf kept reassuring her. Just give it a few weeks, he said, his tone calm and steady. She had to trust him. She had to believe that with time, this place would make sense.

But why had it come to this? Why had they split? The question burned in her mind, unanswered and frustrating. Was it all really because of the arguments over food? A knot formed in her throat as she thought about it. If only they had just expanded their hunting grounds, sought out better opportunities... wouldn't that have been enough? Wolf had shown her new places to hunt, places where the prey ran better, where it wasn't a struggle. If they had just tried harder to adapt, maybe none of this would have been necessary. Maybe they could have stayed together.

Her thoughts churned as she gazed at the marshland, her eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. She shook her head softly, as though trying to clear away the storm in her mind, and her attention snapped back to Wolf when he spoke, his voice steady as he questioned her about Seal.

The mention of the young kit sent a cold chill down her spine, her mind immediately flashing to that horrific memory. The image of a mother's lifeless body, torn and mangled beyond recognition, stained the inside of her eyelids. She blinked quickly, trying to push it away, but it clung to her like a shadow. She felt the bile rise in her throat but swallowed it down, grateful there was little food in her stomach to betray her.

Taking a shaky breath, she glanced up at Wolf, her wide eyes betraying the vulnerability she felt. " S... Someone has to... " she meowed softly, her voice wavering but resolute. Her tail curled tightly around her paws as she looked at him, her gaze unwavering despite the turmoil inside her. " I protected her through it all. I couldn't just... I couldn't leave her. "

Her voice grew quieter as her thoughts turned inward, her gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. " When I lost my parents, someone else took care of me and my brother. If it hadn't been for her, we would've been alone... completely alone. " She raised her eyes again, meeting Wolf's with shy determination. " So for Seal, I'll make sure she's not alone. Even if it's just me. I'll be there for her. "

Her words hung in the air, carrying the weight of her promise. She didn't know what the future held or how she would navigate it, but one thing was certain, she wouldn't let Seal face it without someone to lean on. If nothing else, she could give the kit the stability and care she'd once been given, the kind of care that had saved her and her brother from despair.

GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND