- Jan 26, 2024
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Her fifth moon has come and gone; ahead of her is unknown territory, the day she'd be forced from the nursery and marched in front of Clanrock to receive a new name entirely. It's a day she's been prepared for—first by Siltcloud, next by Lilacfur—but it looms hauntingly close like Spanish moss clinging to distant trees. The she-kit will shed her name, her personality, will saunter into the mires her mother still haunted, will become the shadows her Clanmates embody. She will blossom, like the marshflowers, into someone new.
Has she already? A puddle, murky with rainwater, is disturbed by a single batting paw. The image clears, refocuses, centers. There's a different cat staring back at her. She has lost her kitten-fluff, has lost the roundness to her cheeks, the plumpness to her face and body. Someone skinny and distrustful stares back at her; the eyes in her face are lean, the color of sundried mossballs. Her shape is slender, but awkward, too long of limb, too short of torso. A tail winds, serpentine, behind her, curving close to strangely big paws.
Marblekit closes her eyes, imagines the water rippling, imagines a ruddier pelt with stark white patches, imagines Siltcloud peering back at her from beyond the grave. She does not know what this means, and she does not know why she thinks about it.
Who am I now?
Has she already? A puddle, murky with rainwater, is disturbed by a single batting paw. The image clears, refocuses, centers. There's a different cat staring back at her. She has lost her kitten-fluff, has lost the roundness to her cheeks, the plumpness to her face and body. Someone skinny and distrustful stares back at her; the eyes in her face are lean, the color of sundried mossballs. Her shape is slender, but awkward, too long of limb, too short of torso. A tail winds, serpentine, behind her, curving close to strangely big paws.
Marblekit closes her eyes, imagines the water rippling, imagines a ruddier pelt with stark white patches, imagines Siltcloud peering back at her from beyond the grave. She does not know what this means, and she does not know why she thinks about it.
Who am I now?
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Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
— mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
— shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue.siltcloudx lilacfur, gen 3.
— currently mated to n/a.
— penned by Marquette.
sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.