indentttMothbite returns to camp with a spring in his step and a mouthful of feathers. "Marbleshine!" He mrrrps. "I got somethin' for you!"
indentttIn the past several moons, Mothbite has taken to wearing the blackbird feather Marbleshine had gifted to him, tucked into the fur at the base of his tail. Though it blended into his own dark pelt, it's presence comforts him. When she had presented it to him, Marbleshine had told him he was going to do great things for the clan. He still reminds himself of that, when he tucks the feather into his tail every morning.
indentttSince the coyote attack, though, he hasn't spoken to her all that much. She's been spending a lot of time in the medicine den, a place Mothbite avoids as best he can. He does feel guilty about it, at least. 'What sort of friend am I, abandoning her to Cicadabuzz in her time of need?"
indentttIt's about time he makes up for that. Marbleshine has gone back to her warrior duties, but Mothbite can tell her injuries are making things difficult. She seems a little less light on her feet, these days. A little less light in spirit, too. She needs a reminder of her own.
indentttAnd so, the feathers. He wanted to get white ones, like her fur, but getting those within the marsh would involve fighting an egret off - not something he was keen on. Instead, he took advantage of their allyship with Sablestar's cousins, to the west. It wasn't like he stole from Windclan, or anything. He just passed through their territory, to get to the old horseplace. And he had an awful lot to show for it. White feathers with black edging, dutifully collected from the chicken coop.
indenttt"I got feathers for you, to repay the favor." He opens his mouth, and the bundle of fuzzy feathers flutters to the ground. "I think they'd look nice on you. O-or in your nest, if thats what you want!"
- @Marbleshine -
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