- Jan 26, 2024
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Marblekit’s fear of her Clanmates has ebbed for the most part. She no longer lifts her hackles when a mostly-unfamiliar cat approaches her, and in the past moon, the scents of her new Clanmates have become woven into her sensibilities just like the moss in her nest. She meets gazes unflinchingly, challengingly, daring them to see Siltcloud in dull green depths, in the skinny, lanky body, in the pale tabby fur she wears.
She moves through ShadowClan’s densely-protected camp like a prisoner, still, all the same—feeling unwanted, unknown, unbelonging. Today she has strayed close to the leader’s den, where she has been once. Lilacfur had brought Sycamorekit and her inside to explain what Siltcloud had done. The memory stings, but Marblekit’s lower lip quirks stubbornly. She refuses to cry about it anymore. And she hadn’t been paying attention to the den the last time she’d been in there—what do Chilledstar’s quarters look like?
She isn’t afraid. She isn’t.
Marblekit trots to the mouth of the den and emits a squeak of surprise to see ebony fur curled into their nest. “Ch-Chilledstar,” she stammers. “I was just, um… I wanted to…” Would she get into trouble for daring to stumble into the ShadowClan leader’s den? “I—I wanted to see what it was like in here,” she admits, guiltily glancing around at the shadows that waver, bend in the light. The scent is different from the nursery—there is no milk-smell, no softness. Chilledstar’s den smells sharper, colder, like the mire after a morning frost. “Do you sleep in here alone?” She asks after a moment of recovery.
She moves through ShadowClan’s densely-protected camp like a prisoner, still, all the same—feeling unwanted, unknown, unbelonging. Today she has strayed close to the leader’s den, where she has been once. Lilacfur had brought Sycamorekit and her inside to explain what Siltcloud had done. The memory stings, but Marblekit’s lower lip quirks stubbornly. She refuses to cry about it anymore. And she hadn’t been paying attention to the den the last time she’d been in there—what do Chilledstar’s quarters look like?
She isn’t afraid. She isn’t.
Marblekit trots to the mouth of the den and emits a squeak of surprise to see ebony fur curled into their nest. “Ch-Chilledstar,” she stammers. “I was just, um… I wanted to…” Would she get into trouble for daring to stumble into the ShadowClan leader’s den? “I—I wanted to see what it was like in here,” she admits, guiltily glancing around at the shadows that waver, bend in the light. The scent is different from the nursery—there is no milk-smell, no softness. Chilledstar’s den smells sharper, colder, like the mire after a morning frost. “Do you sleep in here alone?” She asks after a moment of recovery.
- ooc: @CHILLEDSTAR.
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Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 3 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
— mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
— shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
— currently mated to n/a.
— penned by Marquette.
sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. bossy, brazen, outgoing, conniving, mischievous, skeptical, spiteful.