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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
Marrowkeeper

Marrowkeeper

you weren't honest, now get in the ground
ShadowClan
Warrior
Thief
8
0
Freshkill
50
Nickname
Marrow
Pronouns
she/her
Profile
TAGS
Moons
52 [08.18.21]
Played by
Asteiri
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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!"


for me, for me, for me
♢
  • 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

 
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Marrow smirked, it was that easy, hm? She had noticed hop's affections early, it was the same that Cherub had once done. Sitting near her, offering prey --- all of it inevitably lead to entangled limbs and the promise of kits.

She was aware that Frogheart was from a family that had lived in the pocosin for longer than she herself had been alive, a long lineage of warriors that likely had their eyes on the molly even now. Perhaps she could eventually work her way through a few of the other toms, worm herself into the good graces of a family that seemed to embody the swampland that she found herself in. Her white fur a lingering reminder that she did not belong here, an outlier compared to those who fit in.

She shook her head, gesturing to hop. "Please, you know these lands better than I do."

OOC //

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, frozenheart, shiverflame

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION
penned by asteiri
 


"Oh, right, of course!" Frogheart dipped her head and tried to ignore the warmth gathering in his ears. Duh! She scolded himself. It was only polite to be the one leading, when hop was the one who'd lived in the pocosin her whole life. (Well, save for her rebellious streak where she found himself living with the colony cats - only to end up right back in the pocosin.) He leads the way with her tail held high, chest puffed out, and pawsteps confident as possible. He would show Marrowkeeper how strong and powerful and brave she was. Hop would catch the biggest piece of prey in the territory, and they'd share it, and she'd look at her with those big blue eyes and-

Frogheart almost stumbled over her own paws, lost in her daydreaming. Hop slowed her pace as he led Marrowkeeper from camp, toward the Barrens. "Let's try over here, where its drier and there's more foliage for prey to hide in. I grew up eating frogs and such, but birds are actually my favorite prey," he offered a small smile. "Do you have a preference? I hope finding something to eat hasn't been too hard for you since you joined. I know not every cat likes... frogs." He felt his ears growing hot again at the implication.


for me, for me, for me
♢
  • ooc — marrow pls dont get w my siblings NO
  • 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

 
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