private I'M SICK OF BEING POISED {MC GATHERING}

[Fireflyglow]

Tired, heavy paws carry the bulky tom through the winding entryway to Mothermouth, a cold wind nipping at his ears. He is alone now, left behind with a gaping hole in his chest that stretches and cracks with every moment he is left to his own lonesome. Loneliness had always eaten at Fireflyglow, in the little ways before- but now, that feeling has left a crevice inside of him that aches.

The one cat who he thought would never abandon him, did just that.

A simmering, bitter anger is all that's left of him. Fireflyglow's face is a hardened, cold line of neutrality now. He sits before that shimmering stone, and he knows what needs to happen. He would need to face the others here, tell them of the betrayal- of the cowardice of Dawnglare. And then he would have to breach the subject of a new code, a new law for them to live by. It was bound to happen.

// This is after Dawnglare and Mallowlark's death, but Firefly does not know about it yet. Yet.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 26 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[GREENEYES]

✧ . Though he's been here before only in moments before a journey's beginning, it was never quite like this. Never before has he attended a medicine cat meeting, and while he's only just Fireflyglow's escort to the Mothermouth's entrance, he can't help the nerves that bubble up as they grow near.

The trek is cold and quiet — a crisp breath of air that Greeneyes so desperately needed, but struggles to catch onto as his gaze sets over the larger tom, as he watches his demeanor change more the further the stray from the cover of the pine forest. His Fi, he wishes he can do more, wishes he can reach him from the depths of his thoughts — to breech a conversation they're bound to have at some point.

But he asks for silence, and silent Greeneyes stays. If Fireflyglow wishes to speak, then they will speak. For now, all he can do is walk beside him. It's not until they reach the Mothermouth's entrance that the tom finally breaks their hardened quietude.

" I'll… be right outside, " Greeneyes murmurs as a hooked tail gently flicks over his mate's side, brief yet reassuring. I'm not going anywhere. " Good luck, Fi. "

The warrior watches as the seal point disappears into the cave, before the red tom settles at its mouth. From there, a wavering smile greets each new face that arrives, a dip of his head out of respect to each medicine cat following.​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENEYES ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Former Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
  ✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ✧ . Daisyflight x Raven Ramble; Mate to Fireflyglow
  ✧ . Mentored by Sheepcurl ; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

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[Moonbeam]

She is confused by the presence of a SkyClanner at the entrance to the moonstones, head dipping as each medicine cat passes by and so-too does the white moggie dip her head. He was familiar to her, having seen him at a few gatherings and when she was within SkyClan camp almost a full turning of seasons ago now, but she did not remember his name. By the time she weaved through the cave's entrance and tunnels she'd sit down to look towards Fireflyglow, lips turning down into a frown at the sight of him alone - it explained the tabby warrior at the entrance now - and maw would open for a moment before snapping shut, trying to word her question properly before she found it opening once more. "Fireflyglow... are things alright in SkyClan?" Why had Dawnglare not joined them tonight?

Her mind was racing as she tried to think of reasons in the small moments of silence that followed. Sickness, injuries, nothing she thought of would come close to the truth of it all.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

• --
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig spies the SkyClanner stationed at mothermouth long before they arrive, and she gives the apprentice beside her a longways glance. It's not the first time medicine cats have brought stationed guards, but had their been trouble in the time she was gone to warrant it? Had WindClan somehow earned the ire of the Clans once more, whilst entranced in sickness? She picks up her pace, nodding to Greeneyes as she dips into mothermouth, just in time to hear Moonbeam eek out her inquiry.

Dawnglare isn't here... she makes the same observation as the other but holds her mouth closed. He had been a staple in her visits, and though she never quite liked the way the tom acted, the cavern felt... empty without his imposing nature.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

• 

  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[MARBLEPAW]

The trek to Mothermouth is quiet. Starlingheart has only just made this journey again, and in truth, Marblepaw wonders if she will ever stop frequenting the Moonstone alongside a jaded deputy. ShadowClan has bled and bled, and there are not cobwebs thick enough to staunch those wounds. She is learning that.

Tonight, there is a warrior outside the cavern. His scent is like Fireflyglow's, like Dawnglare's — sharp and tangy with the sap of pine. Marblepaw regards him with wariness. She has never seen a medicine cat bring an escort before, and she does not know what this means for the rest of them. Is there danger afoot?

She gives Starlingheart a questioning look, but says nothing else until they have descended. Fireflyglow is present, looking forlorn and solemn, but Dawnglare is not. Cottonsprig has returned and has Celandinepaw at her side, and Moonbeam is present, too, gently inquiring after the other medicine cat's whereabouts.

"Is he alright?" Her small voice is thick with anxiety. She remembers the way Dawnglare had leered at her, the weight of destiny in his voice, the challenge, and though there is no part of her that misses his presence, she, too, feels its lack like a thorn in her paw.

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

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

Moonbeam's voice is a welcome one, and he hums his greeting to the pale molly as she settles down. Marblepaw's response and Cottonsprig's presence is met with a grunt, instead. It was obvious that there was some sort of favoritism there, a distinct distance he kept between himself and the other Clans. Alas, it would be time to sink into their positions.

He waits for the others to join them, tail twitching behind him.

"Dawnglare has abandoned his star-given role. He has left SkyClan behind, and his.. mate, joined his side." Fireflyglow announces with a snarl, obviously upset at the fact that his mentor had dropped everything in an instant. Over an argument, nonetheless. His eyes momentarily flick to the direction his mate would be standing outside of the cave, a sigh leaving him. His anger dissipates. "Our Clans are our family. For those of us who will never get the chance to have kits, we tend to already treat our clanmates like they are our own. I can't.. I can't imagine abandoning them." Firefly speaks softly, a paw rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

"That is why.." He mumbles, turning his wide snowcap eyes towards the group of medicine cats. "I propose a new law for us to live by." He sweeps a large paw across the rocky ground, smooth beneath his pads. Cooling. "Above all, a medicine cat must dedicate their life in service of their clan and love every clanmate as their own kit." He offers with a wave of his paw. "I deign to live the rest of my life in service to my Clan, and I hope that you all plan to do the same. It is a great shame, to me, that I would choose a life outside of SkyClan. With this rule, you must pledge yourself to your Clan so you may live every day like they are your own kits. If not for yourself, for the future generation of medicine cats which shall take our places one day."

His gaze sweeps over the group, a whisper of a wind against his ears singing Her approval. "Those who agree to this rule, say I." He states, sitting up tall.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 26 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Starlingheart]

Starlingheart feels like she has made this trek more than any other medicine cat in the entire forest. Her limbs still heavy from the last time she was here, she makes her way first to fourtrees to meet with ThunderClans healer then onto the moonstone, pleasant chatter floating between her and the cats who accompany her. It makes the journey a little easier, she has to admit.

There is a stranger at the opening of mothermouth. This is not the first time a medicine cat has brought a guard with them. She exchanges a momentary glance with her apprentice, notes the confusion on her young face. She wishes she had an explanation for her, but she's just as lost as her. She says nothing to the the stranger as they pass, merely nods her head politely in greeting. Perhaps Dawnglare and Fireflyglow could provide an answer once they were tucked safely inside the sanctuary of mother mouth.

Instead, however, there are only more questions when they enter. Fireflyglow is present, but Dawnglare is nowhere to be seen. It makes her nervous, his absence. She couldn't claim that she and SkyClans medicine cat were overly friendly by any means, but he had been a constant in her life, the only other medicine cat who had been in his position longer than she had. His absence is startling, to say the least. But she's sure there's a reasonable explanation for it right?

Wrong.

Abandoned his clan Fireflyglow says. Starlingheart's eyes go wide. She can't believe it.. memories of that awful day flash in the forefront of her mind. Her aunt, turning her back on her clan, on her, her stuttering voice cracking as she begs her to stay, as the clan looks on with hungry, desperate eyes, leaf bare hanging like a shadow over them. She looks to Marblepaw now, teeth worrying her bottom lip as she listens to the new code that SkyClans medicine cat proposes. "I" she says quickly. It is the easiest choice she has ever made in her life. "For the next generation.." she adds softly.

Never, ever, would she abandon Marblepaw the way she had been. No cat ever should be abandoned like that again. "I am s-sorry that he left you like that" she says, voice gentle, lone eye filled with understanding.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  ✦ Easy to befriend but doesn't trust easily
  ✦ Mentoring Marblepaw
  

 

[cottonsprig]

Her tail gathers by her side as Fireflyglow admits the truth - it slips through his teeth like sand through paws, yet every word is said sharp, frustrated. Cottonsprig cannot claim to know the hurt that he feels (that Starlingheart feels behind him,) for... she was on the other side, a Clan abandoned by her paws.

Something churns in her stomach as he continues his declaration. Her face remains clear of her inner turmoil, of the pressure being placed upon her shoulders. It should be easy, to say yes to this. To love and care for one's Clan with reckless abandon even. It is easy and for a brief moment, she's ready to emphatically say, Yes! Of course! But she looks to her paws, she sees the callouses that have begun to wear away. She remembers her moon disappeared, round in the midsection - remembers the tears she shed when she had to relinquish her rights as a mother.

Blue eyes find the moonstone. It glows, but not for her. How can you agree to a new code - when you've already broken it?

She loves WindClan with everything she has. She came back for them, abandoned her dream of a family... for them. This code is one she will believe in henceforth, will fully enthrall herself in. It is easy because now, it is all she has. She's cared for kittens like they are her own, she's worried over apprentices as if they're her own brothers and sisters. Her mentor lies awake in recovery and her paws feel bound by muck and grime for she cannot call him any different, cannot wish he was her father in stead of the parents she was born to. But she treats him as such. She always has.

But this code isn't for her. She looks to Celandinepaw in the same way she wishes that Wolfsong had seen her, many seasons ago. She leans to her friend, presses her nose to the other's ear. It's an easy rule, she wishes to say. They take nothing from you this time. I'm sorry if it hurts, her voice never leaves her throat.

Starlingheart speaks first, and the jolt of fury doesn't arrive this time. She finds solace in her secret, bound by the cold, smooth surface of the moonstone. She'll carry it for moons more, just as she's promised.

"I," she says, shortly after the black and white she-cat. "Our Clans rely on our guidance and help..." her chest hurts but she obscures it with a dainty white paw pressed to her fur, "It's only right to ensure that generations after us understand that." She does not comment on Dawnglare's abandonment, for it is not her place to.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

• 
  
  

  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

 

[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — Gentlestorm meets up with Starlingheart and her apprentice near Fourtrees before making their way towards Highstones, he doesn't find himself in much of a talkative mood considering how raspy his voice comes off as. His large paws crushing the leaves and twigs underneath him, the feeling of the cool ground somewhat comforting though not entirely since he finds himself on the open expanse that's the moors. It skin itches underneath his thick fur but his eyes catch onto the orange tabby pelt of Greeneyes who he immediately recognizes from the journey and he offers a subtle dip of his helm, his eyebrows knit together wondering why Dawnglare and Fireflyglow needed a guard when they were both pretty large toms.

He shrugs off the notion as he slips into the mouth of cave and getting accustomed to the darkness that swallowed them until the glow of the Moonstone guides them closer to the rest of those gathered there. His whiskers twitch when he notes the presence of mostly everyone there but Dawnglare and the old tom finds himself grateful for it knowing that the chocolate tom would make some snide remark about how awful he looks. Gentlestorm doesn't bother asking the whereabouts of his temporary mentor especially since Moonbeam had voiced her concern and when Fireflyglow snarls that his mentor had abandoned his clan. A frown pulls at the sides of his lips as his ear flicks to the side to hide the surprise that he feels that the tom would do such a thing then again... Gentlestorm had his doubts.

The Skyclan medicine cat proposes another code to dedicate their life in service for their clan and treat every clanmate as their own kit. His whiskers twitch as regards this code carefully but he already knows his answer as he makes his choice with a quiet grunt. "I... For our future generations..." He rasps with a stoic expression and his eyes do not look in the direction of anyone present except for the Moonstone.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

• ooc —

• 

  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[Moonbeam]

She watches as the others filter in and sit in their positions, listens as the hum that she is offered from Fireflyglow is given a grunt to the others that speak to him before everyone is sat for another moon of conversing with each other and the stars. She listens as he tells the story of what had happened, of Dawnglare abandoning his position as a medicine cat - the first of his role within his clan too if she remembered her history correctly - and her ears go back as a small gasp of disbelief left her. For as much as she disliked the other for his strange mannerisms and his apparent dislike of herself she didn't wish him to be gone.

He proposes the new code and it takes little thought before Moonbeam is finding herself agreeing with it, an "I." Leaving her lips as soon as the others were done speaking, though she does not comment on the why. It simply made sense to her, made sense to treat those within their care as they would treat their own kits had the first code not been put in place.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

• --
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[MARBLEPAW]

Abandonment. Marblepaw's ears flick skyward, surprise coloring her youthful white-smeared features. "He what?" The Clans' oldest medicine cat, star-chosen from a time before the Clans had the warrior code, the fearsome red-pelted apparition with his knowing blue eyes — he had left? She feels thunderstruck; silence ensures, even as Fireflyglow proposes his new addition to the medicine cat's code with force.

"Above all, a medicine cat must dedicate their life in service of their Clan and love every Clanmate as their own kit." Marblepaw is quiet — the other medicine cats, all of them fully-trained and seasoned in their ways, agree without hesitation. But it is not them her gaze seeks — it is the other apprentice's, Celandinepaw's.

They had no voice in this moment, but it would be their burden to carry. That Starlingheart had fed her son an extra dose of lungwort, that Starlingheart had forsaken her Clan in favor of her kin, had seeped into the very duty of a medicine cat. She had had no voice in that code, either, but it is as much a part of her as anything else.

This would be, now, too. She thinks of her mother, pregnant and hungry, blood on her paws, navigating the shadowed halls of Twolegplace. She thinks of the asphalt cold under her feet; she thinks of the ratmeat she'd subsisted on, the lack of milk between her teeth. She thinks of Lilacfur, pushing her into ShadowClan's camp for all to see — she thinks of her first bite of fresh-kill, thinks of the cat whose paw she'd bitten after they'd offered it to her.

They must be her kits. They must be her dedication. Marblepaw's green gaze lowers to her paws; she stares at the cavern floor, lost in memory. Time and time again, she has had to examine her loyalty to ShadowClan, and this is the first and only time she'd found herself questioning it since she'd accepted the role of medicine cat apprentice.

Is my Clan worth dedicating my life to? Leaders die or abandon their post before they earn their first gray hair. Medicine cats go rogue, join other Clans. Cats are slaughtered. Kits are kidnapped and shipped to other Clans. The marshland is stained with generations of heartache, of hardship. There is no end in sight.

It doesn't matter. Like Celandinepaw, she is bound by this code, now, and she offers no input. Instead, she wonders what it is that had chased Dawnglare away — what it could have been that drove starlit paws from the path he'd always walked.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 9 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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