TW: Sensitive Content Backwritten Camp SC whatever it is that moves in us is starting to feel a lot like love [frogheart]

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Marrowkeeper

you weren't honest, now get in the ground
ShadowClan
Warrior
Thief
5
0
Freshkill
0
Nickname
Marrow
Pronouns
she/her
Profile
TAGS
Moons
51 [08.18.21]
Played by
Asteiri
x

Marrow had arrived in Shadowclan looking dishevelled. White fur matted in areas, dirt and dried blood clinging to fur that should be clean. Her tail deeply scarred from what looks like burns, some sort of fire. Blue eyes afraid but trying to remain strong. Flanking her were two younger cats, a tom and a molly. They looked to be about young warrior age, the tom standing proud despite his ribs visibly showing through his pelt. He does not resemble the molly, save for a white marking on his head. The other is a spitting image of the molly, fluffy and scared. She practically cowers behind her mother.

She was a loner, introducing herself as Marrow and her two children as Asphodel and Bijou. She has been on her own since her mate passed away in a fire, fleeing with her children and looking for a place to call home. Her voice is measured, calm, and open. She wishes to join this clan, seeking protection from the elements and a better life for her children. She is welcomed, her skills are tested alongside her children and all are eventually renamed. At her own request, despite the morbidity of her name, she keeps Marrow. Now known as Marrowkeeper with her son known as Hoarfrostcrown and her daughter as Frigidcloud.

She settles into clan life, though she isn't the friendliest of mollies. She speaks little of her past, especially of the fire that caused that scarring on her tail. Instead, she looks ahead. Unbeknownst to her clanmates, Marrow has a despite for more kits that rises in her throat like bile. She starts seeking out her options, and her eyes rest on hop.

Frogheart.

Frogheart seems kind, if a bit naive. Marrow knows that she can twist a cat like that to do what she wants, so one sunny greenleaf she approaches him.

"Little hop," She purrs, looking at her. "Would you care for a hunt? Just you and I?" She eyes hop, blue eyes narrowed, a smile planted on her maw.


THIEF OF SHADOWCLAN
she / her, female
51 moons old, ages on the 18th.
rosemary x unknown, littermate to frostbite, blight, angel
mentored by darkmaw, mentor to none
mated to none, ex-mated to cherub, frogheart
mother to hoarfrostcrown, frigidcloud, Frostpaw, Shiverpaw

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION
penned by asteiri
 


Frogheart was no stranger to love. Well, in the loosest form of the concept. He had crushes. A lot of crushes. A few short-term flings that she couldn't quite make stick. Lots of love, not so much in terms of relationships. But when Marrowkeeper had appeared in camp with her children, Frogheart had been fascinated. She was beautiful, even in the frightened, disheveled state she'd arrived in. There was a strength to her that hop admired. She was quiet, mysterious. It was all so... alluring. He desperately wanted to know more about her. She kept her distance though, as best she could. Didn't want to overwhelm the molly.

Once she'd gotten settled, Frogheart allowed himself to get closer, little by little. A friendly comment here, a piece of prey offered there. Whenever hop could without being too obvious, she would try to make sure they shared patrols. Whether or not Marrowkeeper noticed or appreciated these efforts were unknown to him, but she would keep trying. One thing about Frogheart? She didn't give up.

So on that fateful day, when Marrow approached her, Frogheart could have jumped for joy. The phrase little hop ran over her pelt like warm honey, sinking into all the cracks and crevices in hops heart. Was this what love was? Real love? Hop could only look at her for a moment, utterly dumbstruck. Then, realizing that she was waiting for an answer, Frogheart nodded. "Yes, of course," he purred, trying to keep her twitching tail from giving away just how excited hop was. "Let's go!" She turned to start walking away before hesitating. "Or, you can lead the way!"


  • ooc
  • frogheart // he/she/hop (any gendered terms!)
    black rosette tabby with low white and green eyes
    ✤ warrior of shadowclan
    ✤ 42 moons; ages on the 12th of every month
    "speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"
    ✤ peaceful/healing powerplay is allowed