private EVIL ANGEL \ lavenderpaw

[MARBLELEAF]

Since the battle, Marblepaw is vigilant; every shadow that darkens the entrance to her den is treated, in her mind at least, like a cat who could be dying. The pale tabby abandons her task of rolling herbs into laurel at once, as soon as a dark-pelted cat limps his way into the cave. Her pale green eyes narrow, shrewd at once. "Lavenderpaw? Did something happen?" She tastes the air, noting the lack of blood, of sickness... but really, she's only guessing at the latter. Despite the cold, ShadowClan has been relatively lucky thus far in that department, and Starlingheart has been too busy with wound care to teach her about what comes with the worst of leafbare.

Still, Marblepaw inches closer to the black-furred apprentice, sniffing him down. "Your paw?" He offers it, somewhat gingerly. Her eyes narrow. "You stepped on something? Well. Starlingheart isn't here. She's trying to find more marigold. But I can help with a thorn, if nothing else. Come."

She flicks her tail tip, beckoning Lavenderpaw into the darkness of the den she shares with her mentor. The scent of herbs — fragrant, fiery — will assault his senses. Marblepaw wastes no time; she reappears from the darkness with a wad of lightly-soaked moss in her jaws, which she promptly drops between her forepaws. "Come! Sit! Let me take a look at you." She doesn't tolerate any grumbling; or, if she does, it's with an impatient expression. "Let's see here... oooh, you did step on something. This thorn looks bad." She tilts her head to one side. "Mapletuft got you working hard, huh?"

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

• ooc: @LAVENDERPAW
• 
• 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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[LAVENDERPAW]

The pain in his paw isn't anything Lavenderpaw can't handle, but each step since it first drove itself into his pad has only jostled it further into his flesh. He'd masked his pain well, until that single damning wince, and his too-quick reply had drawn suspicion. A glance at his paw had him swiftly brought back to camp to see Starlingheart, the last place he wants to be right now. He doesn't need anyone fussing over him! It's just a thorn, he's endured much worse, he was planning on taking care of it after the patrol was finished.

But the cats he's forced to live with are oh-so dependent on Starlingheart and Marblepaw to soothe all of their cuts and scrapes, and this mawkish sentiment is to be pushed upon him as well. Nevertheless, by the time he approaches the medicine den, his gait has deteriorated to a humiliating limp. Only Marblepaw is there; a small, soft part of him is somewhat relieved to be approached by a cat closer to his age. Silently, he shows her his paw. Her tone is brisk and to the point, another mark in her favor. He despises being coddled.

Led deeper into the den, Lavenderpaw winces and wrinkles his nose as the scent of many herbs invades his nose. He coughs to clear his airways as quietly as he can. Marblepaw returns from the shadows with a wad of damp moss. With a sullen expression, he sits with a bump. "I could still walk on it," he murmurs in protest, "It's nothing." It stings like fury, and a dull, throbbing ache has started up in the irritated flesh around the intrusion, but he doesn't tell her that, of course. If he proves he can handle pain, maybe everyone will stop treating him like a baby.

Her final inquiry has his ears angling back. The sullen bird levels her with an unimpressed stare. "Hmm." When it comes to battle training, he supposes she's an adequate mentor, but she insists on keeping claws sheathed, which irritates him. How are apprentices supposed to learn how to fight properly if they're taught to shy away from inflicting and enduring pain?

(Even after Nonna's training, he could barely bring himself to hurt that ThunderClan apprentice even when she took a few half-hearted swings of her own. All she had to show for her battle with him, if it can even be called that, was a scratched, bloodied nose. Even thinking about her makes him sick to his stomach. Maybe if ShadowClan took training more seriously-)

He swiftly banishes the thought. There's a weakness in him he dares not admit, even to himself; he secretly relishes the reprieve.

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• "speech"

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• LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, seven moons
  ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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[MARBLELEAF]

Marblepaw should have been able to guess by Lavenderpaw's dour expression that the last place he wanted to be was back on her doorstep, but the pale tabby doesn't give it much thought. He'd been here, briefly, after the battle with ThunderClan for the cut across his face; as she nears him, wet moss in her jaws, she studies that injury closely. "Your face is looking better," she observes. Still... "Looks like it might scar, though. Sorry about that." She chews her bottom lip for a heartbeat. "I still don't know how to stop that from happening."

The thorn, though, she does know how to deal with. Marblepaw notes with some amusement how grumpily Lavenderpaw offers her the paw, the flat staring quality of his gaze. "I could still walk on it," he tells her, sullen. The medicine cat apprentice shakes her head. "Well, you probably could, but please don't ever do that! You'll just push it up further and get an infection, and I don't know how to regrow paws." She chastises him with a shake of her head.

Marblepaw settles herself in front of Lavenderpaw and inspects the paw. The thorn is nasty, deep, and she frowns at the thought that the frogbrain would still be walking around on it if not for his mentor's good sense. Some warriors have no sense! She presses her muzzle into the hot flesh of his paw pads and wrenches her teeth around the base of the thistle before pulling.

When she pulls away, the offending object drops between them, tipped with blood. "There! Here, press this to your paw to stop the bleeding. It should stop soon."

His unimpressed demeanor when she'd mentioned Mapletuft has her ears flicking, and she decides to persist: "So, are you not getting along with your mentor?"

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

• ooc: —
• 
• 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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[LAVENDERPAW]

Frankly, he doesn't care if his face scars. Her concern and apologies are met with a shrug. "I don't need to look pretty to hunt and fight." He does, however, need his paws, a fact that Marblepaw indirectly reminds him of as she chastises him. Lavenderpaw's alarm must show on his face - is it really possible to lose a paw from an infection? He doesn't get the chance to ask, as the medicine cat leans down to inspect his wound.

Suddenly nervous, Lavenderpaw watches her warily, wondering if he's about to lose a vital body part. She frowns - not a good sign! - but whatever it is doesn't stop her from proceeding. With an impressive level of precision, her teeth close around the thorn and in a heartbeat it's free of his flesh. Sufficiently frightened into obedience, he quickly presses his paw to the moss as directed. It's nice and cool, soothing against the inflamed heat of his pads. He takes a steadying breath.

Despite his earlier thoughts, he can't help but be somewhat impressed by Marblepaw's skill. She's quick and efficient, able to nip a thorn out of someone else's pad without hurting them further. He can't remember if his forehead cut had been treated with the same level of efficiency; after the battle, everything had been a blur of blood and panic, leaving him feeling as if he was barely attached to his own body. But the wound is healing well, even if it's going to scar.

Then Marblepaw has to open her mouth again. "So, are you not getting along with your mentor?" Lavenderpaw moves his gaze from his paw to glower at her. He doesn't want to grapple with his opinions on Mapletuft right now, and he has a feeling Marblepaw will agree that he shouldn't have to get hurt to be properly trained. From a standpoint of managing supplies, he supposes he can see the benefit of training without claws, but is it to the detriment of their fighters? The result of their battle seems to say no. Lavenderpaw's own shameful display says yes.

He opens his mouth, then closes it. Finally, he relents and mutters, "She could be training me a little harder, is all. I'm not a newborn, I can handle it."

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‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── you can take all you want ⋆⋅🐦‍⬛⋅⋆ but not who i am ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• "speech"

• 

• LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, seven moons
  ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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[MARBLELEAF]

Marblepaw remarks upon the scar across his face, but Lavenderpaw's tone is dismissive: "I don't need to look pretty to hunt and fight." Their smile is small and filled with amusement. "Hey, some cats like scars. Pretty is subjective." Not that she would really know much about that — few cats would describe her as pretty, with her narrow features, her large eyes the color of sundried moss, her angular body and thin, pale fur, but it had never bothered her before. Her job isn't to look pretty, either; it's to heal her Clanmates.

She extracts the thorn without issue, and despite his disgruntled aura, Lavenderpaw sits back and lets her do so. She is pleased; maybe her comment about losing a paw to infection had made an impression on him. I sure hope so! I can't have all the warriors in this Clan limping about on injuries, hoping they'll heal by themselves!

He obeys her, presses the lightly bleeding pad to the wad of moss she'd offered. Marblepaw had pressed him about Mapletuft again, and his face creases with annoyance. Not the type to open up, she thinks, but she isn't perturbed. ShadowClanners as a bunch are sort of like that, she thinks — solitary, illusive. "She could be training me a little harder, is all. I'm not a newborn, I can handle it."

The fawn tabby nods, her expression free from judgment. "Mapletuft is a good warrior," she says thoughtfully, "but she is awfully kind-hearted. But maybe there's something to learn from that, too, right?" She shrugs.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 11 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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