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[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 14 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Returning to camp is an adjustment - not just for marmotbite, but for all of them. Though the tiny she-cat can't help but wonder what the turncoats think of her appearance - after all, the loyalists had thought her dead. It's not as though she can ask them though - bluefrost and sootspot and snakehiss and the rest are avoided like the plague. no, the girl only has eyes for one.

it'd been a shame, she thinks, that she'd had to sit out the battle. But where her clanmates are covered in newly crafted wounds, her own have finally healed - leaving her free. Free to venture into the depths of the tunnels to hunt - and free to bring back her prize. When marmotbite emerges from her days work, its dust covered despite her best efforts to tidy up, a plump mole clasped tightly in her jaws. But its not the freshkill pile she heads for - no, she all but prances over to a familiar blue furred figure, eyes glittering despite her placid expression.

" For you, " she says simply, words drawled out in her accented voice, dropping the prey at Azaleafrost's paws. A moment, then two - and she hesitantly brushes herself against the other molly - only for a moment, cautious of her own filthy state. It's an action she's never had cause to do before, but one's she's seen plenty of from others. Wolfsong and Sunstride, Cottonfang and Snakehiss. Affection - something that mates do... right?

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@Azaleafrost

 

[Azaleafrost]

Camp felt different now with Sootstar's loyalists gone. Emptier, she supposed. It doesn't matter to her, the scum has been scrubbed from the moors aside from Sootstar, held prisoner in her own den. She wonders why, but it doesn't consume her thoughts. She has thrived and succeeded in the environment she was forced to live in, and became an instrument of its demise so that it can become something better.

And better it has become, because she has a mate to share it with now. It's strange to think.... To acknowledge that she and Marmotbite are together. That she has someone that she loves. That she is in love.

It's so incredibly new to her that it still leaves her stunned and surprised and sometimes overwhelmed.

What does she do?

Catching her sight as she comes prancing in, Azaleafrost smiles at Marmotbite as she approaches her with a mole. Her tail wiggles and she feels a faint shiver of excitement as Marmotbite brushes against her.

"Thank you." She says, giving Marmotbite a nuzzle. It's such a weird feeling, but not an unwelcome one.

"Would you....Like to share?" She asks. That's what couples do, right?​

 

[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 14 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Every action is stilted - really, marmotbite had thought things would be easier, would come naturally. Instead she's left feeling shy, stumbling her way through things. Thankfully, azaleafrost seems to know more than she does - or at least, be more confident in their relationship, and marmotbite leans into the affectionate touch. " Sure, " she says simply, settling down beside her - stomach squirms, and face heats.

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The kit has been with WindClan for a month now, but only a sliver of that time has been spent at the gorse-walled camp. The barn is a more familiar home to the kit, even if it smelled of mildew and dirt. Blizzardkit doesn’t particularly care where they are, though—as long as they are surrounded by familiar faces and given a warm place to rest. Often their chosen resting place happens to be the fluffy coat of an unsuspecting warrior, but sometimes it is a mossy nest. The snowy-white kit is not picky; she is simply glad to be on the moors that Rattleheart and Slatetooth told her so much about.

The kit has taken to sitting in the center of camp and watching her clanmates come and go. The daily business of the older cats intrigues her; she will not be old enough to undertake her warrior training for quite some time now, but she can watch. And watch she does, unblinking eyes trained on Marmotbite as the tunneler approaches another cat. Blizzardkit does not know either of them well, but they recognize both from the horseplace. Marmotbite and Azaleafrost are lying on the ground, pressed up against one another with a piece of prey, their flanks touching at countless points. The kit’s curiosity is piqued.

They toddle on up to the duo, white tail stuck up in the air behind them. They know what the two are doing—they have done it themself, an expert at curling up against other cats to leech off their warmth. "Cuddling?" Wide, pale eyes dart from Azaleafrost’s pelt to Marmotbite’s. Which of them is the warm one, and which is the cold one?​

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit's first few memories are of her parents. Though Ebonylight often disappeared into the night as soon as he woke, whenever he returned to Nightingalecall, he was immediately upon her with purrs and nuzzles. Frightkit remembers watching the two speak 'I love you's as often as they took in breaths, curling around Fry and her siblings like they were the most important family in the world. Her father's eyes had always glowed with so much...well, she didn't quite know the word yet, but she did know this one -

"Love!" Fry would pipe up with an exuberant giggle, tottering up to be beside Blizzardkit. "Are you guys gonna have kittens soon?" she inquires with naive excitement, already wondering how many new friends she's soon to get - not that the nursery isn't full to bursting already, but Fry is small! She can scoot over!

Her frame of reference, if it wasn't obvious enough, for couples was nuzzling and kittens, so that was all the commentary she had to offer. Especially because she didn't know these two particularly well - having yet to learn the names of most of the cats that had suddenly poured into her home. All the names she DID know where all gone, off on patrol probably! Boy though, she wished her pappa would come home soon!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/9/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit and Witherkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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