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Swamphound was the oldest sibling of... well, many. He prided himself on trying his best to be a role model for his siblings, children, and niblings. He had a loving mate, two children he adored, and he could only hope his siblings followed his example.
Hope being the keyword.
Frogheart was a lovely cat, kind with a caring heart. And some people loved to take advantage of people like that. From the moment Frogheart introduced them to Marrowkeeper, he felt like there was something not right with her. Even with his one ear not quite working right, there was a way she spoke to hop that almost felt patronizing, manipulative. But, Frogheart loved her, so Swamphound tried to push those feelings down. He did not speak about his misgivings to their father, but there was a sinking feeling within him that this would only turn out badly.
And it sure did.
Not long after Marrowkeeper had her kits, their kits, she practically shoved Frogheart away. She wanted nothing to do with the cat that had sired her litter, distancing herself from hop and allowing her minimal contact with their kits. Even now as young warriors, the children were not close to their second parent --- their mother's tendrils deep within them. He could only hope now that they were adults, she would likely back off, as she had with her other two children. Perhaps they could reconnect with hop and the rest of their extended family that they had been forced to distance themselves from.
Still, there was a lingering hope inside of Frogheart. Swamphound could see it, the way he looked at Marrow from across the camp --- the way hop would try to bring her things. And still in that disgustingly patronizing tone she would call them little hop, and Frogheart would basically do whatever she said as soon as that sickeningly sweet voice came out.
Even now, Swamphound could see Frogheart practically begging for her attention, sighing. He looked at his mate, Fireflysnap, standing up. "I gotta talk some sense into my sibling..." He muttered, bad ear twitching. He padded towards Frogheart, he was an imposing figure, much larger than his sibling.
"Hop," He murmured, a rumble in his throat that some often mistook for hostility due to his size. "We need to talk."
Hope being the keyword.
Frogheart was a lovely cat, kind with a caring heart. And some people loved to take advantage of people like that. From the moment Frogheart introduced them to Marrowkeeper, he felt like there was something not right with her. Even with his one ear not quite working right, there was a way she spoke to hop that almost felt patronizing, manipulative. But, Frogheart loved her, so Swamphound tried to push those feelings down. He did not speak about his misgivings to their father, but there was a sinking feeling within him that this would only turn out badly.
And it sure did.
Not long after Marrowkeeper had her kits, their kits, she practically shoved Frogheart away. She wanted nothing to do with the cat that had sired her litter, distancing herself from hop and allowing her minimal contact with their kits. Even now as young warriors, the children were not close to their second parent --- their mother's tendrils deep within them. He could only hope now that they were adults, she would likely back off, as she had with her other two children. Perhaps they could reconnect with hop and the rest of their extended family that they had been forced to distance themselves from.
Still, there was a lingering hope inside of Frogheart. Swamphound could see it, the way he looked at Marrow from across the camp --- the way hop would try to bring her things. And still in that disgustingly patronizing tone she would call them little hop, and Frogheart would basically do whatever she said as soon as that sickeningly sweet voice came out.
Even now, Swamphound could see Frogheart practically begging for her attention, sighing. He looked at his mate, Fireflysnap, standing up. "I gotta talk some sense into my sibling..." He muttered, bad ear twitching. He padded towards Frogheart, he was an imposing figure, much larger than his sibling.
"Hop," He murmured, a rumble in his throat that some often mistook for hostility due to his size. "We need to talk."
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SENIOR WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN
he / him, amab (male)
91 moons old, ages on the 30th.
peatgrass xalpine, sibling to ivysnap, frogheart
mentored by ???, mentor to no one yet
mated to fireflysnap, father to bogfang, dragonflyshine
deaf in his LEFT ear
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTIONpenned by asteiri
