- Jun 7, 2022
- 29
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𓆈 ⠀ ── ⠀ it took forever. forever. but after failed attempt after failed attempt ( with sore haunches to prove it ), he’d finally done it.
“ okay. ooookay okay okay okay — ARE YOU WATCHING? “ the tom calls, perhaps a little louder than absolutely necessary. the branch that he had managed to hook his claws into, for all his efforts, was not that high. the scrabbled claw marks now marring the pale pine bark was a testament to the repeated efforts it had taken to get just this high, and he’d be damned if he risks a broken tail by claiming up any higher. skyclan was insane, what was the point of this if not to.. well, in marrow’s case, jump down? why..? because there was a mud puddle just in front of it, thick and deep and cool. a recent rain has dampened the ground, softened the earth. a nice, cushioned hole for him to leap right into from right above. what had given him this idea? well.. he could only hope no one thought to ask him that.
marrowpaw leans heavy over the edge, claws sunk deep into the slim wood underfoot, long tail curling loose around its jutting edges to peer towards the apprentices down below, “ this is going to be so sick! “ he was nearly a warrior now — growing tall and strong in stature but responsibility - wise.. well, he had better things to do. shadetooth was an old fart, half blind and over - half dumb ( in marrow’s humble opinion ), but the one thing he did do was send him and his peers off to collect moss without being watched too closely. laziness, old age, the usual shadowclan moodiness kept his dumb mentor busy, or at least distracted.. and so here he was, and here they were.
his butt wiggles, paws adjusting carefully as best they could, as if it would help, before shoving off, catapulting down with paws splayed. he is only a few tail lengths up, but the momentum is more than enough. he slams into the mud pit below, wet, sopping dirt flying to either side of his form. paws sink in up to the elbow almost immediately, “ ACK. “ instinctive, he spats his tongue out, rakes his teeth over the rough edges. it’s everywhere — on the tree, on him, on the apprentices, he’s pretty sure some of it got in his mouth — “ im — uh — “ he tugs on his limbs hard, only succeeding in creating a wet schlorp. schlorp. of suction in the mud pit, “ dammit uhh — “ was he stuck? naw. he blinks wide, burning orange eyes. huh!
“ okay. ooookay okay okay okay — ARE YOU WATCHING? “ the tom calls, perhaps a little louder than absolutely necessary. the branch that he had managed to hook his claws into, for all his efforts, was not that high. the scrabbled claw marks now marring the pale pine bark was a testament to the repeated efforts it had taken to get just this high, and he’d be damned if he risks a broken tail by claiming up any higher. skyclan was insane, what was the point of this if not to.. well, in marrow’s case, jump down? why..? because there was a mud puddle just in front of it, thick and deep and cool. a recent rain has dampened the ground, softened the earth. a nice, cushioned hole for him to leap right into from right above. what had given him this idea? well.. he could only hope no one thought to ask him that.
marrowpaw leans heavy over the edge, claws sunk deep into the slim wood underfoot, long tail curling loose around its jutting edges to peer towards the apprentices down below, “ this is going to be so sick! “ he was nearly a warrior now — growing tall and strong in stature but responsibility - wise.. well, he had better things to do. shadetooth was an old fart, half blind and over - half dumb ( in marrow’s humble opinion ), but the one thing he did do was send him and his peers off to collect moss without being watched too closely. laziness, old age, the usual shadowclan moodiness kept his dumb mentor busy, or at least distracted.. and so here he was, and here they were.
his butt wiggles, paws adjusting carefully as best they could, as if it would help, before shoving off, catapulting down with paws splayed. he is only a few tail lengths up, but the momentum is more than enough. he slams into the mud pit below, wet, sopping dirt flying to either side of his form. paws sink in up to the elbow almost immediately, “ ACK. “ instinctive, he spats his tongue out, rakes his teeth over the rough edges. it’s everywhere — on the tree, on him, on the apprentices, he’s pretty sure some of it got in his mouth — “ im — uh — “ he tugs on his limbs hard, only succeeding in creating a wet schlorp. schlorp. of suction in the mud pit, “ dammit uhh — “ was he stuck? naw. he blinks wide, burning orange eyes. huh!
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MARROWPAW
——————marshland menace.
m. he / him. apprentice of shadowclan, son of briarstar and amber. lanky black bicolor with ghost rosettes and sunburst orange eyes. inheriting his mothers sharp features, his fathers frame and his family’s trademark spiky fur, marrowpaw can be mistaken for nothing but true shadowclan. sly and brimming with false confidence, an objectively good - looking feline ; he stands a hair taller than most, and bearing a remarkable resemblance to both his aunt bone and late brother pitchstar in structure and coat. whip - like, long and coltish with legs lined with hard, wiry muscle beneath an ever - ruffled pelt, marrowpaw is wild, untamed in both looks and attitude, and ever self - assured.
— bisexual, single. smells like rotting leaves and asphalt.
— apprentice, voiced by skeet ulrich as billy loomis
− eleven months old, mentored by shadetooth ;
penned by antlers
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