private STARWATCHER ❅ marblepaw

[MAPLETUFT]

Another half-decent hunt today… She returns to camp with a mouse and a purpose, nodding off her patrol with a hum. It's not the greatest, biggest mouse to ever live, but its the best she could find in the blizzard. Her paws carry her closer to the medicine den, stopping just outside, lingering awkwardly for just a second. Ever since the herb patrol she had attended, she's been worried about the medicine cat apprentice… Maybe its the fact that she reminds her a little too much of Acorntail when she had been that age, or maybe its just sheer concern with having an apprentice so important to their clan out in the cold… She frowns, for just a second before pushing forwards. Before she encroaches, she sets the mouse at her paws.

"Marblepaw? Are you in here?" Her voice is laced with slight worry, a gentle, billowing breath leaving her maw as she pokes her head in to the medicine den. It is foreign to her, strange; she's never been sick, been too injured in battle to stay here… She had an easy kitting, barely needing attention… Perhaps she had it easy compared to others, then… Aromatic, like the herbs she had found, to the point where it sort of stings her nose. In all reality, she commends the apprentice, for she wouldn't be able to discern one plant from another in here.

Another deep breath as she shuffles the mouse between her paws, lightly rolling it around. "How are you? I brought a mouse, if you're hungry." she would prefer not intrude, hoping that if anything, Marblepaw would invite her closer or come to the dens mouth.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• @MARBLEPAW
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 54 months
  ❥ shadowclan deputy ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[MARBLELEAF]

The catmint has fought against and slain the fever wracking her body, but she is dull with the fatigue whitecough has left behind. She hasn't stopped working, but for those first awful days when Starlingheart had treated her, but she has taken a moment to rest her frigid body. Her nest is warm; perhaps it has stolen the fever she'd shrugged off. She's half-asleep when the Clan's deputy pokes her head into the den.

"Marblepaw? Are you in here?" She stirs, her jaws parted in a yawn. "Yes! One second." She heaves herself to her paws and pads forward to greet Mapletuft, her voice tired but polite. "Starlingheart is out checking on the kits right now, but she'll be back soon. My whitecough will be gone soon... Are you feeling alright?" Her eyes are still hazy with sickness, but she detects none of that on Mapletuft; the torbie warrior seems healthy, if worn.

And she's brought something... a mouse. Marblepaw's eyes light up; she hates to admit it, but since their acquisition of ThunderClan's strip of forest, she's grown rather fond of their prey. The mire just doesn't contribute enough seed for mice, and their meat is both more tender and more complex than that of a rat. "Wow! Thank you. I haven't eaten yet today." Her sickness had kept her appetite at bay, in truth, though her belly grumbles audibly as she leans to take the prey into her jaws.

She pauses, then smiles. "Come in out of the cold! No need for both of us to be sick if we can avoid it." She withdraws further into the cave before tucking into the mouse Mapletuft had brought her. "Something on your mind?"

『 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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[MAPLETUFT]

Marblepaw appears and she looks... Sick. Sick enough to make Mapletufts stomach churn in uneasiness, not in worry at being sick, but sudden worry for the health of the apprentice. Her eyes look glassy, her voice sounds just as tired as Mapletuft, if not more...

"Whitecough?" she echoes, eyes widening for a split second. She was no medicine cat, had never paid much attention to anything concerning it, but what had that plague been called again...? The very thought of it dries her mouth, her thoughts snapping over to a grey-furred feline who turns to look kindly at her before leaving out the camp entrance. Needledrift had gone on that journey because of it and now she remembers the name: hadn't it been yellowcough? She assumes there are varying levels... But still, whitecough sounds scary enough. "Yes, i'm okay, dear- you should let yourself rest, for a bit... Overworking is a recipe for disaster," her voice softens and so does her demeanor, head tilting as she exclaims she hadn't eaten yet. Shes sure Marblepaw knows this, knows whats good for her health, and so she doesn't say much more on the matter.

She seems awfully eager to disappear back in to the den (a good sign, at least shes staying warm) and she steps in after Marblepaws invite, relishing the sudden warmer air even if it were not by much. She still lingers a bit awkwardly towards the den mouth, ears swiveling backwards as the little one asks if something was on her mind. "I was just worried, with you being out in the snow." she blinks kindly, does not bring up the fact that Marblepaw does not have much fur to protect herself in the first place which had been a cause for concern in the very first place. She's glad shes eating something, at least... "I don't think i've ever been in here," she makes effort for small talk, but slightly purses her lips when she fishes for something else to say. "It's cozy."

She lets her eyes adjust to the darkness. It's bigger than she thought it'd be, really, and her gaze catches on the pool of water on the other side of the den. That must be helpful to have on paw. She blinks back towards Marblepaw, and when she speaks next, her voice is full of genuine curiosity. "How has your training been going? Do you like it?" a bit of a stupid question, but she's never been interested in the rank before... Perhaps it comes easy to her?

𝖨𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖶𝖤 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 🍁 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲 𝖦𝖮 𝖥𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖦𝖮 𝖲𝖮 𝖲𝖫𝖮𝖶

• SORRY THIS IS LATE!!!
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 54 months
  ❥ shadowclan deputy ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[MARBLELEAF]

The golden molly's eyes are round with concern as she echoes, "Whitecough?" Marblepaw waves an ivory forepaw, as if to dissuade her from panic. "Yes, but don't worry. I've treated everyone... myself included. We shouldn't be contagious anymore." She smiles, her whiskers quivering. "If I thought I'd get you sick, I'd tell you to get out of here, don't worry." It's the rest of the stubborn warriors she'd treated — Snowlark, Amberhaze — who had continued to avoid the medicine cat den and had spread their infernal germs...

Marblepaw gazes back at the ShadowClan deputy, surprised by her innocent kindness. "I was just worried, with you being in the snow." One of her ear flicks. Starlingheart had told her the same thing, but her mentor has always shown her something of a maternal edge; Mapletuft, she supposes, has that same quality to her. "I'm fine, I promise," she mews, blinking back at her through yellow-green eyes. "Leafbare in Twolegplace was much worse than it has been here so far."

That much is true, at least; her first leafbare, the season she'd been born into, had been particularly cruel. Her mother's milk had dried up when she'd sickened, and even scraps were hard to come by as the moons grew harsher. Marblepaw has had to skip a few meals since the weather had turned and the Clan had had to work hard to feed the queens and kits, but it's hardly comparable to being tiny, weak, and dependent on a cat who cannot provide for you.

She takes another bite of her mouse, absently swallowing the meat. "I don't think I've ever been in here," Mapletuft remarks, turning amber eyes around the den. "It's cozy." "It's good that you haven't. Means you've kept yourself healthy." Marblepaw withdraws from the bit of prey and begins to clean her whiskers, just as the gilded warrior begins to ask her about her training.

"It's going well. I feel like there's still so much I don't know, but... Starlingheart says a part of me will always probably feel that way." Their smile is wry. "She's probably right. There's so much knowledge out there, you know?" She straightens, her gaze locking onto Mapletuft's. "And you... how are you... adjusting?" It's a loaded question, but she waits patiently for an answer.

『 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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