camp A PENNY IN THE COUCH \ celebration

[MARBLEPAW]

Needledrift's grave is still newly-dug, and there are cats in Starlingheart's den still covered in chewed marigold, swathed in cobwebs. ShadowClan should be celebrating, though, shouldn't they? They had successfully conquered much-needed territory; they had hunted well there, too, by the look of the fresh-kill pile. Marblepaw can see things there that she has rarely eaten before — birds she never sees in the mire, and fat mice, voles who prefer rocky crevices to their marshy ground. She knows the Clan has been hard at work defending that territory... and she knows Needledrift's sacrifice had not been in vain.

Her Clan would eat well, at least tonight, and they would ensure that strip of territory continued to feed their Clan through this early leafbare. She picks a piece of prey with some determination — it's a mouse, nothing glamorous, but its meat is sweet and somewhat foreign — and she sets it delicately before her white paws in the middle of camp.

"We should take a moment to enjoy what's ours," she mews, her voice quiet but steady. "Our prey pile hasn't been this full in what feels like moons! And look — there's enough prey here for every cat to have a few pieces." She smiles and bends to take a bite of the mouse — an invitation for her Clanmates to join her.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: open to anyone in camp :] this is for phase 3 of the event!
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 10 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[BRANCHPAW]

𓆱 Marblepaw is trying to look on the bright side of things. She's trying to cheer up all her clanmates, hoping to take their minds off the terrible reality of the early cold snap. But unfortunately for the other apprentice, Branchpaw isn't keen on spreading any happiness. Her good cheer only manages to drag his gaze to her, judgmental and uncertain; ShadowClan may have something to celebrate, but Branchpaw doesn't. What is there to celebrate, anyway, besides his mama's death? The thought of being happy when he's just watched his clanmates bury Needledrift threatens to send him spiraling again, so the boy tries to push Marblepaw's suggestion from his mind. Maybe if he goes and finds a nest to curl up in, he can be left alone for the rest of the night.

Marblepaw is right, though—the prey pile is larger than it's been in months, and the amount of crying he's done has sapped the strength right out of him. A fresh piece of prey could be the perfect thing to fill the hollowed-out space in his chest. His paws drag across the ground slightly as he makes his way to the prey pile, and he snags a small mouse from the top without really seeing what he's choosing. It's sure to taste like ash in his mouth, but so will any other prey, so his choice doesn't really matter that much. With his meal clutched in his mouth, the tom turns to shuffle toward the apprentices' den.

archers never make good kings 𖠰𖠰 fly headfirst into everything

• ooc: —
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• BRANCHPAW ❯❯ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan
  𖠰 fluffy lilac tabby with white spotting and amber eyes. quiet and seething, but a natural storyteller.
  𖠰 son of ferndance and needledrift ; brother to bonechill, bloodwing, shadewhisker, splashdance, gigglepaw, morelpaw
  𖠰 mentored by flintwish
  𖠰 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𖠰 penned by foxlore

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