Marshmumble

[Inspiration from Astersky's page]

> *"hope you didn’t scare me’? Nobi please... you walking in, looking as if you shared prey with a monster, is anything but reassuring"*
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> - Marshpaw, Referring to Turtleflip's injuries
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## Semblance

### Scent

Cinnamon, burnt spruce, ad leather with a ash wood and orange peel n' honey undertone

## Heritage

### Family

▪ Bunnystar - Da
▪ Turtleflip - Nobi

▪ Kismetkeeper - Litermate, Sister

▪ Crocodilecrunch - Litermate, Brother

▪ Salamandersmile - Litermate, Brother

▪ Giddyballad - Adopted Sister

▪ Joydazzle - Adopted Sister

▪ Merrysoul [XX] - Adopted Brother

### Genetic Code

ll RR ReRe lplp whwh LyLy XoY blbl Dd dmdm Aa Mcmc spsp tata Bmbm ii wbwb EE ShSh CC Wsw kk

## | Appearance

**Designer:** -\_-Midnight-\_-

**Genetic code:** ll RR ReRe lplp whwh LyLy XoY blbl Dd dmdm Aa Mcmc spsp tata Bmbm ii wbwb EE ShSh CC Wsw kk (thank you Stoat <3)

**Allegiance:** A short, cinnamon braided tabby warrior with long and curly-fur adorned with white speckles. He has melting fiery amber eyes & antenna-like hair tufts.

**Detailed:** This sweet-looking tom-kit's cinnamon fur is crisscrossed with broken braded stripes, even going over the lighter patches that smoke upwards from all of Marshmumble's extremities. His fur is quite long, curling minorly like a lot of his sibling's, and is speckled with white patches. Just above his long tail, a heart shaped strand of fur stands on end. His sweet amber eyes melt a little, giving him a cuter look. Marshmumble will stand at 8in when fully grown, fitting into curvy frame better than when he's just a soft and round kitten. (Written mostly by @PurrassicJet)

**Height:** 8 in

**Weight:** 10.2 lbs

**Scars & Accessories:**

**▪** **[11/25/22] White Water Lily - Moves it between the base of his tail and his cheek *https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/553846915/#comments-301702651***
> A gift from Maleficentreign during Marshpaw's warrior ceremony. Sequoiatower, Maleificentreign's mentor, had done something similar and Maleficentreign wanted to continue the tradition.
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*(Feel free to ask to give him a scar or accessory ^^)*

## | Personality

**Main Traits:**

**▪ Positives:** Courteous, Humble, Meticulous, Neat, Patient, Peaceful, Punctual, Rational

**▪ Neutrals:** Straight forward, Observant, Self-reserved, Hesitant, Gets embarrassed easily

**▪ Negatives:** Non-committal, Indecisive at times (doesn’t know what he wants), Holds grudges, hates change, Biased, A little too independent, Gets Jealous easily, Unambitious

**Detailed:**

Marshmumble is a **Courteous** tom, showing respect and gratitude towards others he believes deserves it. He’s usually polite when meeting others but can and will point out any flaw he doesn’t like in the other, this includes people with power. He may not say it directly to their face but will still have strong opinions on high-ranking people depending on how well they do their job. Marshmumble is also a **humble** cat. he hates being in the spotlight and taking pride of his work when it gets out there. He believes that doing things just for the popularity or the looks is unnecessary and just a stupid idea for stupid cats obsessed with being the center of attention. Marshmumble is a heavy **perfectionist**, He absolutely loves doing the little things to make his work perfect. He shows great attention to detail in both his carvings and everyday life, making everything precise and just the way he wants them to be. Always making sure his fur is always clean and tidy and his items in his specific order, Marshmumble **hates Unruliness and unclean things**. He makes it his duty to make sure his space is always spotless. Marshmumble realizes things take time to be done correctly and gives both others and himself the time they need to do what ever they want. Though this doesn’t mean he’ll wait way longer than usual. He knows when **things should be done** and tries to gently nudge what ever it is to be completed faster. Marshmumble is a very **peaceful** tom, straying away from commotion, especially physical fights. Being on the weaker side, he realizes he can’t win most fights and prefers to either find peaceful resolution or at least make it a battle of wit. Marshmumble loves getting things **done on time**. He can’t control most of the things around him but if he can just make sure all the things he needs to get done, actually gets done on time? then that’s all he needs. When dealing with problems or questions, Marshmumble always go with **reason and logic** more than heart or instinct. He believes that letting your heart lead you always lead to disaster and unnecessary hurt. He thinks anyone who goes only based on their feelings is stupid and lower than him

Marshmumble isn’t afraid to **speak his mind**, pointing out any and all traits he thinks is good or bad. He doesn’t really care what happens, especially if the other party was asking for it, and h**olds steadfast to his opinions**. Marshmumble is also a very **simple and straight forward** tom, dropping all excess details that don’t matter when speaking about something. Marshmumble is a **very observant** tom, preferring to analyze the actions and words said or done by others rather than being the one talking. He loves creating hypothesis from how a cat acts in certain situations and wonders what’s really behind everything they do. Marshmumble has a **high sense of self-awareness**, and tries not to give people much of an opportunity to judge or label him. His **independence** allows him to make his own decisions without looking for the approval from others. At most things Marshmumble wont batt an eye as he knows what has doing but when it comes to things like his clanmates, he struggles with coming up with the right words to say. He knows everyone is different and **has to prepare** his words before hand before talking with anyone on his own accord. Lastly, Marshmumble is a very **easily embarrassed** kit, let it be from his parents cheering him on, being on the spotlight, or even compliments from strangers. He doesn’t really know how to handle things like this so he just awkwardly thanks them and continues on with whatever he was doing

Marshmumble **doesn’t know what he wants in life**. He has no goals, he has no amotions, his just. Living. Just doing what ever comes to mind with no end goal as he grows older. He may try to look for a goal but will come up empty handed almost every time. That or what ever he tries will sizzle out and die. Marshmumble **isn’t set on relationships** that aren’t held together by blood. He deems relationships a waste of time and only lead to stupid actions caused by feelings, resulting in a pain that could have been easily avoided. Though he assumes if the right person came along at the right time and wasn’t annoying, he /assumes/ it would be ok to be at least acquaintances. Usually, Marshmumble is very set on what he wants, how it looks, and how he achieves it, but when it comes to stuff like this, he just can’t come up with anything. This little boy **holds grudges like no other**- He will cling fiercely to his distaste towards someone even after he’s long gone and is decomposing 6 feet under. It’s really **hard for him to move on** and forgive others especially if the thing that was done to make Marshmumble have this grudge in the first place was originally directed towards him. Marshmumble has **trouble when things change** around him, its all too fast for Marshmumble and he needs a bit more time to process and come to terms with a difference in routine than others. Sometimes as a way to cope he tried to do things as they were before they were altered but most of the time it just frustrates him. Marshmumble is very **biased**, not willing to see other sides of an opinion and sticking with his own. He refuses to hear any explanation and believes what he alone believes. His family and others he miraculously got close to may force some sort of idea onto him but its rare he would be willing to listen. To make it as simple as possible, Marshmumble **hates people**. He hates what many people do, how they do it, why they do it- everything. Marshmumble thinks everyone is a waste of time and he should burn his energy trying to get close to anyone other than his family. Why? Because they either die, or will leave him for more cooler cats. Marshmumble struggles with **Jealousy of others**. He sees everyone talk about how being popular is so great and the recent litter they had with their lovely mate but Marshmumble knows that’s not how he wants to live his life. He really does want to live up to everyone expectations like holding the family tittle proudly and continuing their legacy but Marshmumble just isn’t that. His jealousy will worsen if his siblings turn out to be ‘everything their parents wanted and more’ and are ‘the pride and joys’. Lastly, when he’s young his main drive would be finishing the little wooden sculptures of his family, but once that’s dead and done Marshmumble **won’t really be motivated** or driven by a strong desire to succeed in really anything. All he wants is to live calmly on the sidelines working on his little wooden sculptures and play pretend with them. Maybe one day when he finally finds his purpose will he start to rekindle his ambition but for now it lies in wait, penalty on the back burner ready to be reignited again

**MBTI**: INTJ-T

**Dere Type**: Kuudere

**Alignment**: Neutral Moral

**Enneagram**: 5/1

**Temperament**: Melancholic 90% / Phlegmatic 10%

**Strategy**: Analyst

## | Skills & Weaknesses

### **Physical**

**[+] - Stealthy**

While he may not be able to best his mentor just yet, Marshmumble is far from being incapable to easily outmatch a normal opponent. While his long, bright cinnamon fur gives some complications the the young warrior, he has learned how to disguise his scent and cover his fur enough to be able to sneak around in the shadows without notice. With a bit more experience, Marshmumble's skills would be able to be on par with his past mentor's.

**[+] - Has great endurance**

Compared to when he was younger, Marshmumble has learned how to control his breathing, energy, and strenghth much more efficiently. Although his heavy fur and round frame hold him back from being as agile and fast as windclan warriors, he can still hold his own and keep going, whether it be running for long distances, non-stop fighting, or having to defend himself or others

**[+] - Can hold his ground**

Marshmumble doesn't easily give in to attacks from an opposing side, both physical and verbal. When it comes to physical things, Maleficentreign had taught him how to hold his stance even when tired or on shaky ground. When it comes to verbal things though, Marshmumble takes pride in his ability to fight with words. He knows that 99% of the things said to him is to make him falter so he refuses to give them the satisfaction of tearing him down.

**[+] - Great fighter**

It's clear that his mentor focused on battle scenarios more than anything. With multiple lessons on tactics, perfecting difficult moves, and creating a few of his own, Marshmumble is a more than capable fighter in the heat of battle. Though he prefers to be more on the defensive side of things, he's a formidable opponent when he's on the offencive.

**[+] – Stronger than most**

Over the moons, Marshmumble has traded in some of his body fat with muscle mass. While he is still a more rouch tom, he has great upper body strength and some strong back legs.

**[=] – Average hunter**

Maleficentreign didn't focus all that much when it came to hunting compared to something like battle training, and Marshmumble's skills reflect that. He knows enough to not make a fool of himself but he's far from being an exceptional hunter. He often times has to imaging his prey is an enemy warrior so he doesn't get too confident in his hunt.

**[=] – Can climb trees**

A natural perk of being trained as a Thunderclan warrior. Marshmumble knows how to scale trees with ease and can descend from them without straining his wrists. Though this trait is not something he would flaunt to others often though.

**[=] –Seasonal allergies**

Marshmumble suffers with seasonal allergies, mostly in the spring and during winter. He's sensitive to the frigid weather of Leaf-bare and can do nothing to stop the attacks from the plentifull pollen in the air during New-leaf. There's a reason why Autumn/Leaf-fall is his favorite season.

**[-] - Can be overpowered by bigger enemies**

Being one of the smaller warriors, Marshmumble can be prone to being overpowered by cats that are much bigger than him. That doesn't mean he won't still try to defeat them though. He has a lot of battle strategies memorized and has had battle training from a mentor who acknowledged his apprentice's flaws when it came to battles. Even though, Marshmumble is a better fighter with his words, not with his claws

**[-] – Struggles when it comes to tracking**

Like before, Maleficentreign didn't spend much time with hunting, opting to focus on face-to-face fighting and combat rather than hunting. wip

**[-] – Long fur**

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**[-] – stubby frame**

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**[-] – Weak stomach**

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### **Mental**

**[+] - Academically smart**

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**[+] - Is able to retain information with ease**

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**[+] - Excellent with forming battle strategies**

Marshmumble spent countless days working with his mentor, going over scenarios and being informed on how to win every time. wip

**[+] - Highly observant**

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**[+] - Knows how to get into an enemy’s head**

Marshmumble is a cat who can use his words just as well as his claws. With his sharp mind and silver tongue, Marshmumble can fool his opponents into doing his bidding without giving anything about him away. There is always a lot of thought into his words and he always makes sure to back it up with sources and reasoning. Even if a cat manages to escape Marshmumble’s courteous and humble front, then Marshmumble can still take advantage of ones fears and talk of things that make the other uneasy in the heat of battle.

**[=] - Isn't afraid to challenge the world**

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**[=] - Can be a great Leader**

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[=] - **Will always go with Reason and Logic than Heart and instinct**

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**[-] - Has no personal drive nor morals**

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**[-] - Struggles with change**

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**[-] – Minimal herb knowledge**

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**[-] – Struggles to trust others**

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**[-] - too loyal**

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## | Life

### Kithood

**Birth RP - August 12, 2022 - RP link [completed]**

Marshmumble was born alongside his 3 other littermates, Crocodilekit, Kismetkit, & Salamanderkit [order currently unknown], in the Thunderclan nursery. Other than Turtleflip themself, Bunnystar and Swampeace where the only ones present during the birthing. Marshmumble was the last to be named, Turtleflip being the one who decided it.

Marshmumble spent most of his uneventful kit hood in the safety of the nursery alongside his littermates. His parents where very protective of him and advised against straying away from the den.

**RP w/ Tsvitochik - August 29, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

One afternoon though, Marshmumble decided to peek out from his spot in the nursery, noticing one of his clan mates; Tsvitochik. The little tom-kit had heard stories of Babblingbrook and their son, Bashfullcrush who was like a brother to Tsvitochik. Marshkit was very intrigued by the story of the revolution and his mind urged him to go and talk with the older warrior, to understand a better perspective of Thunderclan's story but fear quickly washed over him as he realized he hadn't prepared any questions to ask the fluffy warrior. Retreating back to the nursery, Marshkit told himself that it would be best not to converse with him until he had formulated a lift off all the questions he wanted to ask

**RP w/ Bunnystar - September 21, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

Bunnystar would often visit to tuck him and his littermates into bed, making sure to return before the sun set. One night, Marshkit was trying to perfect his nest but found out he was 3 feathers short. Looking over, he noticed a few feathers poking up from Crocodilekit's nest. Thinking he wouldn't mind missing a few feathers, Marshkit slowly and quietly crawled over to Crocodile's side and started to gently tug at the first feather with his mouth. Bunnystar walked in on this told him not to do so. Ending up with a grumpy Marshkit, Bunnystar offered to sleep next to him so Marsh could rest on his fur. After a soft grumble, Marshkit layed down and quickly succumbed to his exhaustion.

He woke up the nest day with a small pile of soft feathers beside his nest, the sent of his da prominent

### Apprenticeship

**Apprentice Ceremony - October 5, 2022 - RP link [completed]**

Marshkit had forced himself to wake up early in preparation of his big day. He had spent almost an entire hour fussing over his fur, trying to make it absolutely perfect for when we would go in front of all the sharp gazes of his clanmates. Albiate it became slightly messed up when his siblings tried ushering him to play. Even if he hated being the main focus of attention, he believed the best way to fit in was to do exactly what everyone else was doing. Which sadly meant stepping forward so everyone could see you... It was around noon when Bunnystar padded out of the nursery, glancing back to see his kits playing. Slipping through the tunnel that led out on the top of the meeting rock/tree, Bunnystar called for a clan meeting. Tsvitochik, Sequoiatower, Maleficentreign, Sparkpaw, Bimblekit, Galerun, Buttercuphaven, Fireflycast, and, of course, Crocodilekit, Kismetkit, Marshkit & Salamanderkit all attended.

Marshkit watched as Kismetkit was assigned to be mentored by Buttercuphaven, Crocodilekit to Belligerentharvest (A cat currently missing?? This confused Marshkit but he didn't have much time to ponder on it before his brother's name was mentioned-)Salamanderkit was called to the the apprentice of Tsvitochik alongside the added help of Chestnutkeeper, and last but not least it was Marshkit's turn. The cinnamon kit held his breath, worried for the choice of mentor as his Da revealed who would teach him. His Da's gaze swept the camp and fell on on a tall brown tabby with leopardlike spots; Maleficentreign.

After a quick yet stern message to Marshpaw's new mentor and a sassy regard thrown back, the ceremony continued on for Kestralpaw's warrior ceremony which the newly named Marshpaw cared very little about. Instead, Marshpaw was much more interested in the taller tom currently looming over him. Marshpaw gave Malificentreign a curt nod, greeting him in a tone that matching the older warriors' blank stare and words that, to many, would have seemed rude or forgetful. The two's first greeting was far from a joyous one, but, after Marshpaw forced himself to keep eye contact, The two depared ways after a quick order to be by the Camp entrance first thing in the morning.

A Little later in his apprenticeship, Marshpaw was off indulging in his little wooden figurines he still kept dear even after he lost his title as kit. He was currently replaying the events at the historic gathering where Thunderclan's past leader, Gorsestar was killed after trying to attack Babblingbrook. After a sudden realization that Bashfullcrush was not Babblingbrook's only offspring, Marshpaw wondered who else was at that gathering that had relations to his greatest inspiration. That evolved into any cat that was under Babblingbrook's care as their Da which, to Marshpaw's surprise, Maleficentreign was included on said list. With this new knowledge on who his mentor was, the young apprentice felt *ecstatic* with the idea that the son of Babblingbrook themself was mentoring *him.*

**RP with Daydreamsleep - October 14, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

One morning while Malificentreign was off doing who's knows what, Marshpaw was left with waiting for the cat who's dripping ego was bigger than his brain. To any other apprentice this would be a wonderful break time, but to Marshpaw this sucked almost as much as being in a 50 tail length radius of his mentor. His siblings were out training already, he had no clue where his Da and Nobi where, and he didn't want to risk leaving camp to go mess with his wooden figures in case Malificentreign returned and found out he still played pretend. That in mind, the young cinnamon tom found himself in the apprentice den, switching out the old and dusty moss of his nest for newer stuff. Grunting Marshpaw hoisted the bundle of old moss in his jaws and tossed it out towards the direction of the dens opening without a second glance. The grimmy, green mess in his way finally got on his last nerves and at this point he just needed it to be out.

Unbeknownst to the cinnamon tabby tom, a young warrior by the name of Daydreamsleep was nestled in the shade of a large maple. Their eyes closed, their mouth perked up in a slight, uncharacteristic smile, they seemed at peace. A peace that was abruptly stripped as the sound of Marshpaw's huffing reached their ears. A particularly loud 'Shut up' sounded from outside the apprentice den to which Marshpaw simply paused, blinking in response to the particularly loud shout. Marshpaw belived that said call couldn’t be directed towards him, right? Absolutely no way he was louder than any kits who just so happened to be outside. So, quickly making his way to the exit, a sad realization crossed his mind. there were no kits outside playing; camp was quiet. Perhaps it was for him. Scoffing just loud enough for the unknown, grumpy clanmate to hear, where ever they might be, Marshpaw returned to his original task, starting to dust away the area where his nest used to be. Mashpaw has yet to know who that strange cat was, nor how they responded to the continuation of Marshpaw's personal task

**RP with Sparkpaw - October 14, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

Marshpaw was sitting down in the forest, yet again with nothing to do, as he heard the rushed scrambling coming from ahead of him. Quickly getting to his haunches, Marshpaw quietly set the bundle of feathers and moss from his mouth down as he slowly stood up and made his way to where the rustling was sounding. He barely needed to look around before spotting the shaking willow tree and a strong scent of a Thunderclan cat. Relzing, the young tom padded forward till he was under the tree to gaze at the Ginger feline above him. Marshpaw called out to faer, lightheartedly joking as he mentioned how she won't find any prey considering how noisy fae was.

The ginger feline from above responded with how she wasn't here to hunt, asking if the cinnamon tabby below here was the new apprentice Marshpaw. He nodded, feeling oddly disconcerting to know that a cat, whose name he couldn’t recall, knew his name but asked for fae's anyways. The feline above him responded, revealing her name to be Sparkpaw. Jumping down from the branches, Sparkpaw asked why Marshpaw wasn't training with his mentor. Marshpaw shrugged as he looked away, explaining how he usually would be, though Maleficentreign needed to do something before his lesson for the day started, hence why he was here and not currently being critiqued by "that abhorrent mouse brain, a sad and deformed failure of a humble mentor".

Sparkpaw recaled how fae didn't like him much either, touching on the fact how he was overall very bossy and ignorant in her opinion. Looking back at Marshpaw she then asked if there where any specific reasons as to why he seemed unhappy that he had /that/ cat as his mentor. Marshpaw told her that he wasn't, /unhappy/ per se, it’s just that he recalled there being much better options out there. That while he acknowledged Maleficentreign to be an exceptional warrior, both with his fighting skills and words, at points he found him unbearable. His personality clashed with his own in the most dreadful way possible and it was exhausting for the younger tom. Adding on though, he mentioned how he assumes he's grateful at times, knowing how much Maleficentreign cared about his education in his own odd way- The two apprentices continued to talk before Marshpaw decided he best check camp again to make sure his mentor wasn't waiting on his for too long. Biding their farewells, both side returned to their original tasks

**RP with Maleficentreign - October 15, 2022 - RP link**

Marshpaw was washing behind his ear as he waited for his mentor to arrive in the clearing, a large patch of clear land designated to mentors and their apprentices. Today was when Maleficentreign would start to teach him fighting moves,, Marshpaw would be lying if he said he was exited. While understanding the importance behind knowing offensive moves, Marshpaw preferred more intelligence and word based 'fights'... Sighing, Marshpaw set his paw back down. This may be the least exiting moon of his life, but best to just get it over with and pass. He hoped they could go deeper into the mental part of their training when it came around. The rustle of a squirrel running up a tree dragged the cinnamon apprentice out of his thoughts. Watching the bushy-tailed rodent, climb into a tree's hollow a thought crossed Marshpaw's mind. He had heard stories of mentors starting training early and ambushing their apprentices while they waited for them during his early moons in the nursery. Maybe he could try to spot Malifecentreign before he got here? Who knows, might even shave off a few lessons. Slowly padding to the center, Marshpaw strained his ears, trying to pull apart the noises of the forest with his ears. It was a lot harder than the warriors made it out to be, that was for sure. Then again, moons upon moons of practice out mastered a mere 3 moons-

Marshpaw’s theory was indeed correct—sneaking up on him was exactly what Maleficentreign was planning to do. In fact, the bengal was currently slinking through the shadows casted by the tall statues of the trees that were scattered around ThunderClan’s land. His green eyes were fixed on Marshpaw as the fluffy cinnamon tinted apprentice stood in the clearing, seemingly listening for something. Hm. Was he trying to use his hearing to spot the “mini-leopard”?Maleficentreign would need to work with him on that some day—But that day was not today. No, today would be spent on, in his opinion, the most important lessons a warrior could learn; fighting. Sure, hunting was pretty important too, but there would always be others to hunt for you. If you’re alone and being attacked by, say, a fox, nobody but yourself will be able to fight it off. No hero would swoop in to save the day. Tensing up his muscles, Maleficentreign sprang at Marshpaw, landing only mere inches away from his face. “Hey there, Marshpaw,” he greeted casually, as though possibly scaring one’s apprentice was an every-day thing.

Marshpaw, thinking he caught the soft sound of rustling, brought his head up to look around if anything came at him. Sadly, the young cinnamon tom was too late, turning to find his mentors face suddenly a bit too close for comfort. Screaming, he scrambled back, accidently tripping over the ground and landing on his side. “For Starclan sake-” Marshpaw hissed at his mentor, slapping Maleficentreign with his tail as he paused to let his heart to calm down. “If you’re mission was to give me a heart attack, consider it accomplished.” He added, getting back on his feet to clean off the dust. A sad attempt to hide his flushed face as he focused on the fur opposite of his mentor. He tried tackling his thick curls for a moment before shaking his whole body, hoping to rid of the burning heat on his face along with it before he peered back up at his now present instructor, jaw clenched.

A muffled snicker came from Marshpaw’s mentor as he tried to hide his laughter behind a paw. Was laughing at his apprentice after he got scared rude? Probably. But Maleficentreign didn’t really care. He could always pass it off as a learning experience—that wasn’t a total lie, anyway. The whole reason he leaped at the fluffy tom-cat in the first place was so he could give lessons to Marshpaw on defensive battle stances. “Oh, calm down, it’s not like I /actually/ attacked you,” Maleficentreign replied dismissively as though he himself wouldn’t have gotten annoyed. “Besides, my lesson today actually ties into what I did.” He paused for a moment, tilting his head and staring at Marshpaw as though he were trying to analyze him. “I think you were trying to listen for me. That was a good idea—but your form was terrible. You need to plant your paws in the ground more so you won’t get knocked over if something were to leap at you. I’m going to teach you how to fight others with your words in the future, but only if I think you can handle that.” He gave a twitch of whiskers, narrowing his eyes at his apprentice thoughtfully. “Can I trust that you’ll be prepared for any future lessons?”

Marshpaw rolled his eyes as he watched his own mentor cover his laugh behind a brown tabby paw. “Yes, assuming you’ll be prepared as well?” Marshpaw responded with a raised eyebrow, playfully challenging Maeficentreign. “Im sure finding a proper ambushing spot would be a big part of my training correct? Two birds with one stone” The cinnamon tom added. “We could even make it a challenge if you desire- If I can successfully ambush you before the moon ends, you do something of my choosing. If it ends up you beat me, I do something of your choosing.”

“Oh?” Raising a brow, Maleficentreign’s eyes glimmered with interest. “You’re challenging me?” Quite a competitive cat, the bengal was incredibly tempted by this offer. A little competition never hurt anyone, and the odds all pointed in his favor. Why wouldn’t they? He was /Maleficentreign/. That was enough evidence that he’d be the victor in this (probably) easy playful conflict. Even so, he quite disliked the idea of Marshpaw ordering /him/ around. Especially if what he chose was humiliating. “And what exactly is it you want me to do, /if/ you win?”

Marshpaw shrugged, humming. "Haven't decided just yet, got an entire moon to decide on one~" Marshpaw smirked. In all honesty, this sudden change in attitude scared him himself. He wasn't one to spark a challenge so out of the blue like this,, "The only rule is that you can't slack off in teaching me. You wouldn't want your own apprentice to trip up on a mission, causing Thunderclan to be defeated in the end, would you dear mentor?" Marshpaw quickly added, taking a step forward to meet the pear-green eyes of Maleficentreign

Maleficentreign’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his tail tip twitched. Using the bengal’s own ego against him? Clever. Marshpaw was indeed correct—if the fluffy cinnamon apprentice proved himself to be an embarrassment, not only would it be shameful for Marshpaw, but Maleficentreign as well. It’d be an insult to his training, essentially. None of these cats would think he was an amazing and skillful mentor after that. “Alright. You have yourself a deal.” Almost at once, he changed the subject. “But enough of that. I’m supposed to be training you today. Defensive positions, more specifically.” With absolutely no warning, Maleficentreign shot forward and shoved Marshpaw to the ground, stepping back to wait for any sort of reaction from the tom.

With wide eyes and a gasp abruptly cut off, Marshpaw was thrown back onto his side. Hitting the ground and disrupting the dusty ground underneath him. Though, the smaller apprentice had managed to use the momentum of the initial shove to his advantage and rolled back onto his paws, creating distance between him and Maleficentreign as Marshpaw quickly stood back up. Twitching his ears as an attempt to get the dust off his used-to-be-clean fur, Marshpaw refused to take his melted amber eyes off the tall tabby in front of him. He didn’t want to be one of those apprentices who didn’t take training seriously just because their mentor was a clanmate and obviously wouldn’t harm them.. But afterwards, come to find out that the real thing was much more different and realize one mistake could be the difference of life or death- In Marshpaw’s mind he it was easiest to see Maleficentreign as an enemy, a pretend Windclan cat who refused to respect Thunderclan and found joy in abusing the alliance between both sides.

Maleficentreign trotted up to his apprentice, eyeing the cinnamon-furred tom-cat as though he were analyzing how Marshpaw had reacted upon being pushed to the ground. “You didn’t have very good defense there, eh?” He carried on without waiting for a response from his apprentice, simply shrugging that off as a rhetorical question. “I’m gonna teach you how to actually have a good defense. Always expect the unexpected, Marshpaw. Especially when around someone who seems suspicious, or who you just don’t trust, for whatever reason…now, watch this.” Maleficentreign discarded his previous relaxed posture, and instead seemed to get more tense. On the surface, it looked like nothing, but with further inspection, that wasn’t the case. “Stand like this. Dig your paws into the ground, and weigh them equally. Don’t stand off balance, or put more weight on one side. Stand more upright, but not too tall, and square your shoulders. Prepare for any sort of blow, and resist against it. Put all your concentration into not falling, or stumbling.”

Marshpaw was going to respond with some sassy comment on how dumb that question was aimed to an apprentice just learning, but held his tongue when Maleficentreign didn’t give him enough time to answer. He watched intently as his mentor instructed him, mimicking the much taller brown tabby with precise detail. With each shift, Marshpaw copied to the best of his abilities. He dug his paws in the ground as he moved his weight, fixing his posture and partially expecting a test blow from Maleficentreign. It was flawed and needed a lot more work and practice to perfect, obvious he had never done this before, but it was a good start from the cinnamon apprentice. Glancing his melted eyes away from Maleficent reign’s posture, Marshpaw looked expectedly at his mentor in a way as asking if he did it correctly.

Maleficentreign’s ears perked up upon seeing Marshpaw copy his stance, and the tom took slow steps in a circle around the apprentice, examining his posture, paws, and making sure he wasn’t slouching, or just generally not doing the defense pose correctly. He gave a small nod approval, stopping next to the cinnamon feline. “Good. Not perfect, but, very good for your first try.” Once again with no warning, Maleficentreign suddenly shoved Marshpaw with his two front paws, jumping back just like before to see what the tom’s reaction would be.

Marshpaw smiled slightly from Maleficentreign’s praise but turned into a wide-eyed brace for impact as he turned his head slightly away just enough to shield part of his face while still keeping his eyes on the ‘attack’ from the taller tom. Taking the blunt force from his mentor’s paws, Marshpaw adjusted his paws to steady himself, taking only one or two paw steps back. A much more exceptional reaction compared to last time where he had lost his footing Marshpaw smiled slightly from Maleficentreign’s praise but turned into a wide-eyed brace for impact as he turned his head slightly away just enough to shield part of his face while still keeping his eyes on the ‘attack’ from the taller tom. Taking the blunt force from his mentor’s paws, Marshpaw adjusted his paws to steady himself, taking only one or two paw steps back. A much more exceptional reaction compared to last time where he had lost his footing entirely, toppling to the dusty floor. It only took a mere second for Marshmumble to regain complete control of his stance again and face Maleficentreign again, acting as if nothing happened while as the distance between the two figures grew

Marshmumble’s reaction to the shove peaked interest in Maleficentreign, and he observed what had happened with intrigue in his green eyes. So, he /was/ learning, after all. “Good,” he responded simply, voice neutral. There would be praise from the bengal, but nothing that was over the top. He had to hold back a roll of his eyes at the thought of mentors who got much too overly excited at their apprentice doing something correctly. ‘Oh my StarClan, Namepaw! You are so amazing! You should be teaching /me/! You’re so skilled! You can lead ThunderClan one day!’ is probably what they shouted. What idiots. If they wanted to know how to mentor correctly, they should come to Maleficentreign. “Now, are you able to tell me step by step, how to get into a defensive position?”

“tense your body to prepare for a blow from any side, Stand tall but not overly high, and dig your paws into the ground. and weigh them equally so as to not fall and square your shoulders. Prepare yourself for anything and prepare to resist it. Concentration is put into not stumbling or losing your footing; Nothing to give the enemy an advantage over you.” Marshpaw recited, repeating his mentor’s instructions with a slight rewording from the smaller tom.

After a few moons of continuous training, Marshpaw found out that, while Maleficentreign was an arrogant, Insensitive, and a stubborn pain in the butt to be around considering how big his ego was, Marshpaw's mentor truly cared about his well-being. Marshpaw's success meant a great deal the Maleficentreign during their time as mentor and apprentice and Marshpaw was thankful how oddly caring the much taller tom was towards him, seeing him as the older brother he never got. [As much as he loves Crocodilepaw, no his littermate doesn't count in this situation-]

**RP with Turtleflip - October 15, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

The scent of a foreign clan stunk the borders of Thunderclan, his clan's markers fading and merging with those of Windclan's. Marshpaw, finally off apprentice training for the day, was padding around where he believed the original border used to be, trying to at least get a sense of where Thunderclan turned into Windclan. Out from the corner of his eye, Marshpaw noticed a small pool of blood further away from the border but definitely on Thunderclan's side. The cinnamon tabby hesitantly crept towards the eerie scene, but ashe drew closer, Marshpaw realized it was only the blood of a squirrel. The allied clan must have just hunted a squirrel across their territory. Huffing, Marshpaw spun around and padded away from it. In his eyes, The fact that Windclan could get away with passing into Thunderclan territory with no consequences didn't seem right at all. Being allies was one this but this was something else

A shattered bird of brown shades that twisted into their fur was draped in scars. Open wounds that had gone through an optimistic metamorphosis. Their throbbing was annihilated, and was only left with marks that showed the battle- of which they lost. They were able to walk again. With some stumbles and trips, of course, but it was a wonderful start. They were going on a stroll, while also being much more aware of their surroundings. Then they came upon their son. Marshpaw. The cinnamon tabby really did look handsome, Turtleflip noticed as they gazed politely out at the younger cat. “Hi, sweetie,” Turtleflip meowed gently. “Hope I didn’t scare you.”

Perking his ears at the familiar voice of his nobi, Marshpaw started to turn around. A soft smile made its way on his face as he expected to see the usuall loving look from his parent. “Oh, hi No- …” That content expression then turned to panick as Marshpaw’s melted eyes found the wounds that adorned Turtleflip’s frame “What in starclan’s name happened to you..” Marshpaw spoke, his voice almost a whisper. His eyes were filled with dread as he hesitantly took a step forward, paused, then quickly closed the distance between them. Examining his nobi’s face, Marshpaw frowned, his lip slightly trembling. “’hope you didn’t scare me’? Nobi please, you walking in looking as if you shared prey with a monster is anything but reassuring” He scoffed, scooting his paw next to Turtleflip’s

Said broken bird’s face softened, and they took a step towards their child. They gave him a small lick on the forehead. A reassuring one, if it did any reassuring at all. They let out a puff of air. “I’m alright, my love.” The memory of the firey red fox, who had came tumbling out from the bushes clouded their exhausted brain. “I just… had an encounter with a fox. It hurt me. But after a while in the medicine den, my wounds have healed. Mostly… at least.”

Marshpaw scrunched up his face up when Turtleflip licked his forehead, but didn’t bother to fix it afterwards. “… Assuming you told Da, has the patrol to get rid of it gone out yet?” Marshpaw asked quietly, one part of him hopped it would have already been sent out a while ago, it wouldn’t do Thunderclan any good to have a fox roaming around the territory. But the other part of him, albite a very small part, wished he could be apart of that patrol. He knew he barely had the mindset nor ability of a fully trained warrior but the reassurance of watching his nobi’s attacker either flee or be slayed by the hands of his fellow clanmates was nice.

“I’m your nobi, love. Don’t scrunch up your face,” Turtleflip meowed lightheartedly, giving their head a little tilt to show confusion. “Err… I’m not sure. I haven’t asked your da about that yet. I’m sure he’s working on it… though…” They paused, giving an anxious look towards their surroundings. “Oh well. How are you?” They shifted their weight, then sat down. The cherubic tabby began to groom their long, plumy tail.

Marshpaw flicked his ear in silent disapproval. “Please do ask, if not I can do it myself.” Marshpaw stated sternly. Noticing Turtleflip’s quick glance around, Marshpaw subconsciously toned down his harsh tone. It wouldn’t do any good for his nobi if he kept talking about it. “I'm doing good, Maleficentreign is teaching me well, he’s a better cat that I originally made him out to be. Annoying at times, but.. Tolerable. You?”

“Yeah? Hah. I’ll talk to your da. I think he’s been…” their gentle, soft brown eyes narrowed in nervous thought, “Busy.” They let out yet another puff of air. “I met Maleificentreign once. In all honesty? I was a bit annoyed by them. But hey, if he’s being nice, he’s good with me. My mentor wasn’t great. But… yeah,” they shrugged and grinned with gentle affection.

Marshpaw bit the inside of his cheek when Turtleflip repeated a certain word; Busy. Curse talking about his mentor, something was troubling his nobi and it was painfully obvious how it troubled them- "Nobi are you ok, there a specific reason you didn't tell Da? ... Have they, not been around?" Marshpaw asked. He realized how contradicting he was, feeling like it wouldn't do any good just moments ago, but if Bunnystar wasn't even around to support his own mate after a Mauling? It rubbed Marshpaw all the wrong ways to /not/ do anything-

“Oh. No, Buns… your da has been fine! They were the first cat who knew of me being injured. I’m just sure he’s busy leading the clan… and such,” they meowed bashfully, their bushy tail twitching against the cold floor. Plus, they had been anxious with how much Bunnystar was out of camp. Maybe he was still hanging out with that cat, [REDACTED]…

"/Busy/..." The small apprentice scoffed, his voice raising. "Part of Da's duty of leading the clan is to make sure everyone is out of harm's way as much as possible. It it means I have to go up to him myself and ask for that monster to be rid of then so be it!!" He started, almost growling. He stared into Turrtleflip's eyes before he sighed, his anger seeping out as he looked away "Im sorry, nobi. It just feels wrong for them to not do something about it right after you told them. You know i care for you and it's just. Frustrating to know something isn't being done, you know?" Marshpaw finished, shoulders sagged low

“I… I know. You can talk to them if you want, but you know… I don’t want him to feel bad. I’ll talk to him if he ends up never doing anything about it. Maybe it was a parent fox who had a cub? Maybe they left the territory? I’m trying to hope for the best,” the shattered bird meowed, trying to be as reassuring as possible.

The young tom only scrunched his nose in disapproval. “And what’s Da’s hope? keeping a monster inside your own clan’s territory and praying to Starclan no one gets hurts? Sounds a it foolish to me don’t you think?” Marshpaw responded, looking back up at Turtleflip. His melted amber eyes betrayed his aggravated stance as they dripped with worry and concern.

“I don’t know. Its very foolish of my beloved, but he must remember… Marshpaw, you must keep in your mind, that he does have a lot to do,” they meowed, giving a gloomy sigh. “It is very much foolish, however….. I can talk to him.”

“Please do. You can knock some sense into them much better than I can. As much as I hate to say it, I fear my emotions would guide my actions rather than my mind...” Marshpaw told truthfully. He was ashamed on how he knew he would get emotional if he had to talk to his da but it wasn’t his fault Da wasn’t prorating the actual important things. “Like my outburst a bit ago- again, im sorry. I became emotional and didn't think about what was coming out of my mouth”

Marshpaw and his nobi soon ended their conversation, the feeling of hated for his father blooming as he walked back to camp

**RP with Angelfishkit - October 16, 2022 - RP link [in process]**

“Ughhmmn-” Marshpaw groaned to himself, Shoving his head in the curly fur of his mane and arms. Today was a… less. than great training session, leaving Marshpaw with a twisted paw. Maleficentreign had ended training early after his cinnamon apprentice overshot his leap, watching as he smashed into a tree while the squirrel Marshpaw /was/ hunting, made its way up the tree. To top it all off after the fact Marshpaw could barely feel his paw, said squirrel decided it would be fun to throw a larger than normal acorn down, right smack on the top of Marshpaw’s head. After staring at Maleficentreign while he calmed down from his histerical laughing, he decided it would be best to not push the young cinnamon tom’s bad luck and end training early. His paw needed to be checked out before it swelled to much,, and the session was almost done always, nothing a spare day couldn’t make up. Finally, now that a tightly wrapped cobweb was situated on Marshpaw’s right wrist, Marshpaw thought it best to take a quick nap on a sun-soaked rock in the outskirts of camp before the hunting patrols got back with prey.

Angelfishkit ducked out of the nursery to be greet with harsh rays of sun that seemed to pierce his frosty eyes. The young tom seemed to despise hot afternoons for many reasons, one being that his thick coat of fur burned up and exhausted him. The kit seemed to have develop quite the mane already, despite still being in kithood. Blinking the sunlight out of his eyes and surveying the camp, Angelfishkit spotted Marshpaw almost immediately. The apprentice’s caramel fur seemed to glow in the sunlight, having Angelfish almost mistaken him for the sun itself. Shaking out his pelt, the kitten bounded over to the golden shaded rock in hopes of meeting the mysterious fellow.

Marshpaw, perking his ears after hearing the rustle of tiny feet scuttle across the fallen leaves, immediately flattened them to his head. It was clear to any cat that Marshpaw was not in the mood for talking but as usual; that never applied to kids. “Go away kid, m’not in the mood to play your games.” He stated bluntly, shifting so his tail curled around him, putting a fluffy barrier between his face and the tiny kit he didn’t even bother to look at

The kit didn’t utter a word yet as he was struggling to scale the rock Marshpaw sat upon, feeling the sun lick the tip of his fur as he tried to hoist himself up, before sliding back down the slippery surface. “You seem to be in luck…” Angelfishkit furrowed his brow. “I cannot…get to you.” The kit was in utter confusion for the apprentice could scale the rocks with no problem, yet Angelfish’s strength gave out in random moments. He was concerned with the young apprentice’s tone, as if he could feel the irritation radiating off of his caramel fur.

Slowly opening his eyes from the dark comfort of his tail, Marshpaw slowly peeked out from the miniature cove his tail provided. Brows furrowed, Marshpaw blinked at the miniature seal-point calico trying to climb up, everytime slipping and sinking back down to the soft grass. "...Why, in starclan's name, would you want to get to me in the first place? Did I not tell you to go away, dingbat-" Marshpaw responded, flicking this random kit with his soft, cinnamon tail. "Now shoo and let me rest" He added, shoving his face back into his fur

“I thought..” Angelfishkit managed to heave himself onto the large rock, gasping for breath. “I thought you were the sun. It made me confused. There aren’t two suns, right?” He meowed remarkably quietly, eyes glimmering with curiosity. The kits delayed curiosity shone brightly in his last few days of being a kit, asking more and more questions. The seal point calico studied Marshpaw’s face and scrunched his up in response. (+)

“You’re upset…aren’t you?” Marshpaw mumbled after observing the apprentice for a while, as he took a step further toward him. “I wonder why.. in such a beautiful place? What is making you like this? “ He squeaked and pricked his floppy ears, anticipating a response.

Marshpaw's eye twitched as he brought his head up one last time. "You won't shut up won't you." He said to himself. "Kid, look- If I tell you why i'm upset do you promise to shush and go find someone else to bother? I'll even direct you to someone who has fancy teeth that looks like a crocodile's." Marshpaw added, offering a compromise in a soft tone. He would rather not get an earful from a ticked off parent. "And while flattered, i'm sadly not the sun"

Angelfishkit flattened his ears in slight offence, yet his eyes danced with curiosity as he nodded in agreement to Marshpaw's compromise. Once curios, the silky furred kit was nearly impossible to shake off, for his unbearable amber flecked eyes glimmered with longing that many couldn't resist answering the questions that lied within. Sitting back on his haunches, Angelfishkit laid his achy paws to rest as he pricked his ears for the answer that was soon to come.

Sighing in relive when Anglefishkit agreed to his suggestion, Marshpaw slowly brought out his tightly wrapped paw from the comfort of his chest fur. It was adorned in sticky cobwebs and coating in a thick substance that only Starclan and that russet-furred medicine cat, Cinnamonsparrow, knew what. “I was hunting a great /beast/ in the forest, one that only the best apprentices could even have the /chance/ of taking down. It had beady red eyes and fur the color of blood… Can you guess what it was, I’m sure you’ve heard stories of it-” Marshpaw started.

Angelfishkit stiffened at the sight of the dried bl00d that stained the apprentice’s paw, the tips of his fur ticking with fear. “Beast?” He squeaked, trying to visualize what Marshpaw described. A pelt the color of blood, eyes red… He studied Marsh’s gingery brown fur and yellowed amber eyes and scrunched up his face in thought. No, it couldn’t be Marshpaw, despite his rather rude behavior when Angelfish first approached him. “I don’t know of any beasts. “ Angelfishkit meowed softly, tilting his head in curiosity. “I become an apprentice very soon- In a few days I think..” He admitted with a shifting of his paws. “Do I need to fight beasts too? I don’t know if I’d be ready..”

“Yes, You will need to fight the beast eventually kid. It just so happens to be one of the first things you learn; how to hunt it down and kill it.” Marshpaw told Angelfishkit, a small smile creeping onto his lips. “Your mentor needs to teach you how to find it’s weak spots and make sure it doesn’t /get you/” He quickly added, reaching forward as if to grab the young kit but holding his paws suspended beside his head

As Marshkit swiped his paw, the calico kit squeaked and fell back. After shortly recovering his voice after his scare, he rose to combat Marshpaw’s words. “But I become an apprentice in only a few days…” Angelfishkit timidly meowed, his fur slightly fluffed outwards in fear and suspicion. “Im not ready at all! I can’t become an apprentice now…” He paused, head ridden with thoughts. What about his sister? His cousins? The friendly kits he had bonded with in the nursery? They were bound to fight this terrible beast at some point. Even when they were much stronger than him, Angelfishkit knew it would be immensely dangerous either way. Keeping them safe was one of his biggest priorities. “I need.. I need to get them out of this!” Angelfishkit blinked at Marshpaw with wide eyes that danced with concern. “Do you know?”

Marshpaw stared blankly at Anglefish as he started panicking, his soft kitten fur puffing out in worry. Maybe he went too far with his story. “Kid. I was joking… It was just a little squirrel- I messed up my jump and smashed my paw into the tree, there’s no monsters you have to hunt that’ll purposely do something like this too you.” Marshpaw answered, trying his best to sound reassuring as he gestured to his paw. He knew he was bad at talking with other so why on earth did he try telling a story that was blown way out of proportion?? “I’m sorry, I was foolish to try and make a scary story out of this and try to tell it to a kit like you-” He apologized, his melting eyes trying to find anything just to not make eye contact with Angelfishkit

Marshpaw’s flustered tone and blank stare left a similar feeling creeping into Angelfishkit’s mind. All in all, he shared the sense of embarrassment with the golden furred apprentice. How could he have been so gullible to fall for the playful cat’s ways? Perhaps it was the lack of complexity in his mind, for he was just a kit after all. “Oh.” Angelfish meowed with a sheepish tone, in response to the slightly awkward situation. (+)

Though Marshpaw’s reassuring words brought a strong wave of relief to wash over him, only to be smothered with concern once more once remorse filled his tone. “You don’t need to be sorry..” Angelfish once again shared the remorseful tone. “I think I’m very easily tricked.” His words were curt and straightforward, but he still hoped to get the message across to Marshpaw that he didn’t mean to make such a big deal of a small situation.

Grumbling at Anglefishkit’s words, Marshpaw abruptly stood up from his spot upon the warm stone and stepped down. During his kitten moons, he had watched the other queens and parents find ways to cheer up their kits after an unfortunate event. Now Marshpaw was no parent, nor did he ever want to be one, but he thought he could at least do something to cheer up the kit in front of him as his apology. He felt actions meant a lot more than a few >>

petty words and just saying ‘sorry’ didn’t even feel sincere to himself. “Hey if you want, we can go around the territory, and I can show you my carvings. I’ll even make one of you if you want, I guess.” /fox-dung what was he thinking!! Showing a random kit his private collection??? He had refused to tell anyone of his little hobby, not even his own parents, wo why was he suddenly trusting this kit to keep quiet??/ Marshpaw mentally cursed himself

Although the kit watched regret burn in Marshpaw’s eyes, the kit was far too curious at the mention of territory and carvings. He didn’t expect such a sweet apology and was happy to accept the thoughtful gesture. “okay.” Angelfishkit nodded his head in a manner that portrayed his eagerness through the sparkle in his eyes rather than his voice. “Can we?” With this excitement did Angelfishkie hoped Marshpaw wouldn’t change his mind, for how could he? Extinguishing the fire in a kit’s shining eyes was something Angelfishkit tended to look down upon. Nonetheless, Marshpaw’s apologetic nature was promising and true, one in which the kit decided not to doubt any further as he awaited his response.

The minute he noticed the curious glint spark in Anglefishkit’s eyes, the only thing he heard after was the deafening scream his little-self gave from its place in his mind. Great. He was screwed! Grumbling and muttering a string of not-so-kit-friendly curses to himself, Marshpaw quickly spun around and half stomped half sped walked to the camp entrance. “Better keep up kid. And listen here because I won’t be repeating myself.” The cinnamon tabby called. “Rule one, don’t break what you don’t own. Rule two, if you move anything put it back where you found it. And my most important rule. Don’t. tell, /anyone/. Do you understand?” Marshpaw explained, glaring at Anglefishkit with his melted eyes.

**RP with Joydazzle - October 16, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

Marshpaw was huddling under the minimal covering of a tree, scooted as far back as he possibly could as he watched the rain pelt down from the dark sky. Most cats had already retreated back into their dens when the slight drizzle quickly became a furious downpour, but the poor cinnamon apprentice was stuck on the opposite of camp be a evil force. "Shoo you green-skinned feind-" Marshpaw mumbled under his breath. the 'green-skinned feind' only croaked in response, not moving from its spot right in front of the Spprentice's den as it's stared with it's beady black eyes.

Joydazzle crept behind the “green skinned fiend”,her ears perked up as she stalked it. Suddenly,she stood up quickly,scooping up the amphibian. She held it up proudly, not noticing the other cat. She looked at the frog or,as she called them,Minijoy.

Marshpaw watched in absolute horror as own adopted big sister willingly held the frog. "What in starclan's name is wrong with you-" Marshpaw called, grimacing. With is active avoidance of all frogs and toads, even the idea of showing kindness twords such a slimy, gross, and just dreadful creature made Marshpaw sick to his stomach

Joydazzle set ten frog down,tilting her head in confusion.” I was just saving the frog from the rain! “ She replies,he’s tail waving towards the wind in a gesture. She was indeed confused by her younger brother’s disgust. There was nothing to be disgusted by. Not for her anyway.

Glaring daggers in the released frog, Marshpaw responded to his older sibling in front of him. "Saving it?! Your just letting it live another day so it can wreak havoc" The young tom bristled, refusing to even glace away from the small amphibian in fear it would disappear into the darkness. "Don't you understand how gross those... /THINGS/ are???" he cried out

joydazzel tried to comfort the younger tom and explain how the frogs are in fact, not deadly- but Marshpaw would not listen, opting to run to the warrior's den and finally get the rest the demon frog tried to steal from him. Marshpaw had a nightmare about the clan being overrun by frogs that night

**RP with Salamanderpaw - October 25, 2022 - RP link [completed]**

If Marshpaw could pick his least favorite season it wouldn't be Leaf-fall. In all honesty it would be New-leaf with its dreadful pollen and blooming flowers... but that didn't make this season any better. "ah-aCHOO" A loud sneeze sounded from the warriors den, followed by a sniffle and muffled string of curses right after. The cat guilty was a certain cinnamon tabby, the apprentice curled in a tight ball of warm fur and freezing paws.

Salamanderpaw entered the camp, panting from the training session he had just had. He had learned lots of knee defense moves, that he was eager to perfect. Salamanderpaw heard a small sound from inside the apprentice den. The small shadow entered into the den, hearing his brother say all the words he was specifically taught not to say . /better not tell Nobi that he used those words/ He agreed inside his head. He walked slowly to Marshpaw, tired from the day he had had.

Marshpaw, hearing the soft patter of pawsteps enter the den, was about the give a less-than-friendly comment but bit his tongue when he recognized the sent of his brother. "Hey Sala-" He started, face scrunching up in preparation for another sneeze. Thankfully this time it was only a slight pain on the bridge of his nose as the sneeze went away. "Hi Salamander, I'm not being too loud am I" Marshpaw repeated, partially joking as he finishing his original comment with a sigh

Salamanderpaw waved at where he thought that his brothers voice was coming from. “Hey Marsh” He said in a tired tone. He assumed that he didn’t get all the allergies that his brother had got. “Nah, but just so you know, if you do this while sleeping, it will /not/ go well” He joked, and sat down onto a pile of soft, thick moss.

“Ooo, threatening me are you?” Marshpaw smiled, moving closer to where his brother lay. Dragging his neatly crafted nest made fit just for Marshpaw, he situated himself next to his dark-furred sibling. “Im not afraid to tell Da my own brother is threating his littermate you know.” The smaller tom joked, gently setting his tail on Salamander’s.

“Wha-!” Her face scrunched up, “Threatened you? Your so gosh dang sensitive, plus, we all know that I am obviously the favorite” She bragged dramatically. “Anyways, what are you dragging? It sounds terrible against the earthy floor”

"Are you insulting the sound my nest makes when i move it closer to you? Well i'm sorry i spent a lot of time on it to make it to my liking... and thought it would be much better to sit closer to you, you know, like the loving and compassionate brother i am-" Marshpaw snorted, being jokingly offended. "And sush, you'd be stupid to not realize how much nobi prefears /me/ out of everyone."

She grinned, "oh really?" she replied in an exaggerated tone. "of course Nobi prefers me out of the whole clan! I bet I have the best curly fur in the whole world! Which obviously, makes me more likable, cause er yeah!' She said, sort of uncertain at the end. "And yes, I obviously would like a kind, well behaved brother, but you fall on the annoying side" She laughed

"Ouch- i'm hurt you would ever think that of me!" Marshmumble playfully scoffed, holding a paw to his heart. "And please, as much as your curls may be lovely, if you compare them to how long i take in the morning to look nice for patrols It's miniscule-"

“Oh! So your admitting that my curls, are more natural? Cause you’d be right!” She interrupted, “Now, I know it might be hard to believe, but these curls are 100% natural! So I guess it shows that less, is actually more!” She said in a posh accent, tipping her nose to the roof of the den.

Marshpaw rolled his eyes as he shifted to his side, lower back against Salamanderpaw as he faced away from his sibling. "maybe so but they are messy and not cohesive at all. I at least fix my curls in the morning so they aren't going everywhere"

“hmph!” Sal said and resting her head on the soft moss. She was starting to ge tired, she could tell that most people were since there wasn’t much noise outside of the den. She sighed and yawned, “Ya know Marsh, maybe we should like, continue this argument sometime later?” She suggested

**RP with Kismetpaw - November 2, 2022 - RP link [completed]**

The soft rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of birds where all that sounded from the still forest in Thunderclan territory. The sky above was filled with dark clouds, heavy with snow /begging/ to fall onto the swaying oaks. It was getting dark fast, most of the patrols that were sent out at noon already returning to camp. But not a certain cinnamon apprentice. Marshpaw decided to make the most of his time and return to his wooden set, he had yet to finish the attack on Babblingbrook and was intent on completing it by tomorrow morning. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was following him, the tiny tom ducked beneath a thick bush and into his safe spot; the miniature lake spotted with lily pads yet toad free. Quickly unearthing the crudely cut wooden figures from beneath a stone ledge, Marshpaw set up the stage for his story, setting all the leaders on the piece of bark and the little stones representing extra cats below it. He then placed the stealer of the show, Babblingbrook, right in the center. Sighing contently, Marshpaw smiled as he collected his memories, figuring out where he left of last night

It was the leaves rustling that threw Kismetpaw off; they seemed to be whispering about something, brushing against each other in that way which leaves did. After a long training session, the calico molly had been heading back to faer nest, and quickly so due to the heavy clouds. She wouldn't want to be caught out in a storm, would she? But that was when the wind had stilled. The yellow waves had quieted, and it seemed as though the forest was holding its breath. A sinister moment, most certainly, Kiki thought to faerself with a small shudder. She wondered what was hiding in the shadows; she wondered if she might have been better off not knowing. Could it be the ghosts, the haunts that fae had been hearing about around camp recently? They sounded rather spooky, but the young feline wasn't quite certain she believed the rumors. Who had heard of dead cats coming back for just a moment to play tricks on those still inhabiting the living realm? Whatever the truth of the matter, Kismetpaw would rather not find out, and so she hurried on, hoping to return to faer nest before the clouds opened. With a worried glance at the sky, she twitched her tail-- but that of course meant fae wasn't watching her step. An inconvenient branch (likely from the same bush that had been whispering smugly, she thought, its yellow-green scallops had seemed particularly so to her) decided right then that it would much rather be occupying the same space Kis was, sending fae to her stomach. When she looked up she found herself eye-to-eye with a strange... knot of wood, perhaps? Fae wasn't quite sure, but this of course meant investigation. The small apprentice stretched out a paw, hoping to find out more, but couldn't quite reach. Instead, she only managed to bat at it-- causing the figure to fall softly to the ground, carpeted on a bed of leaf litter.

Marshpaw was so emersed in his little world that he didn’t realize the shuffling of leaves behind him before it was too late, spinning around when he finally heard one of his figures fall. Breath catching In his throat, the surprised cinnamon tom spun around faster than a a cat could say mousetrap and met the eyes of his dear sister, Kismetpaw. Screaming in either the surprise to see someone peeking through the bush or the dreadful realization that his guilty pleasure might be found out (Marshpaw in all honestly didn’t know-), he quickly lunged forward and frantically swiped the crude wooden figure away into the dark corners of his secret bush. “What in Starclan’s name are you doing here!!” The panicked apprenticed stuttered, the heat of embarrassment spreading through his face like a wildfire. The only thing he could do was kick his back feet, hoping the soft leafy ground was enough to cover the rest of his set all while keeping eye contact with Kismetpaw and praying to Starclan fae woudn’t be interested on what he was trying so hard to hide.

"I tripped," Kismetpaw admitted truthfully, although she was a tad embarrassed over this fact. It might have been dark, but surely Marshpaw could see the crimson creeping up her face that gave her nonchalant air away. Fae brushed a paw at her face, attempting to wipe away a spot of mud, but whether to distract herself or faer brother Kis wasn't quite certain. "You've gotten yourself a rather nice place here, hm?" the molly continued softly, since it seemed that Marshpaw was rather easy to startle. With some difficulty she got halfway to her paws-- the low ceiling didn't allow for much space, but for the shorter Marshpaw it seemed perfect-- and gazed around with sparkling amber eyes. To be quite honest, she had already forgotten about the wooden figures, and now was more interested in the little hideaway her brother had managed to find. Oh, it was lovely; the bush's leaves didn't offer much protection (even now they were rustling as if gossiping to one another about the little cats which were taking refuge beneath their hold) but it was enough to cast the nook into a sort of cozy shadow. It was almost a shame that the space had already been claimed.

Marshpaw stumbled back the moment he noticed his sister start looking around his /supposed/ super-secret hideout, the one just barely avoiding the label of cramped with the two apprentices squeezed inside. Panicking, Marshpaw quickly threw his tail behind him to at least try and cover the few wooden pieces that didn’t manage to get completely submerged by the water. His wide, melted eyes twitched as the feeling of the cold and, less-than-clean, water slowly began seeping into his fur. The cinnamon tabby wanted desperately to move his tail away from the mud and grime, but if it meant Kismet didn’t peer at the plethora of figures, he kept hidden from the entirely of Thunderclan, then he assumed he could deal with it for now. “Uhh yea, I found it when I first explored the territory-” Marshpaw mumbled, keeping his sentence blunt in hopes to bore Kismetpaw into leaving.

"It's nice," the molly repeated once more, gazing around with sparkling eyes, forgetting about the figures entirely and not seeming to notice Marshpaw's odd stance. "But, of course, it belongs to you-- I ought to take my leave, now," fae mewed softly, beginning to turn away from Marshpaw and towards the bush's exit. It was an arduous process, and quite soon she gave up after the third time fae was rudely poked by a stray twig. "I wish I were small, like you," the tabbico apprentice huffed, [+] ¹

falling back onto her haunches. She was nowhere near as tall as Crocodilepaw, or even Salamanderpaw, stood at, but still fae towered slightly over Marshpaw at the same height difference she and Sal had between them.

Marshpaw cleared his throat as he nodded to fae’s words. As much as he loved his dear littermate, he believed that if no one know of his doings then his secret would more likely to well. Be a secret. He was about to follow his sister out before he accidently bumped into her. Looking over her shoulder he noticed was stopped his sister from finally leaving his hideout. Multiple twigs protruded from the thick, leafy green frame, their thin arms stretching out as if reaching for something to hold onto. The smaller cinnamon tom frowned as the fact his own hideout that helped him keep his guilty pleasure hidden from the world so desperately kept Kismetpaw within its walls. Grumbling he scuttled to the side of fae and shook at the branches, hoping to snap at least the top off

"Ah-!" Kismetpaw exclaimed as the branches came unstuck from her pelt. She was sure that there were odds and ends of little twigs still clinging to faer curly fur, but for the time being she was no longer trapped within the woody clutches of Marshpaw's hiding space. It would have been a horrible end, had he decided to leave her there-- a secret hiding place which no cat would discover, and her inside it, whining for help that would never come. "Thank you for your help, Marshpaw," the molly purred as she turned her tail around faerself. "I'll be sure to see you around soon..." She soon drifted off as she remembered that they slept in the same den; of course it would not be long before they met once more.

Marshpaw stubbled forward as his sister was released from being glued to the branches, the sickening snaps of the twigs making his stomach churn as the thought of his hideout being slightly more visible crossed him mind. He would have to find more coverage later he assumed. “ehm- Sorry about that” Marshpaw mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly as he watched fae pad off “See ya Kiz, Please don’t. tell. Anyone- please.” The cinnamon tom quickly added, his tone a lot quitter. His tail twitched in hidden fear. As much as he would trust Kismetpaw with his life, he didn’t know how much she knew on how dearly her brother held onto his secret pastime. stars forbid she believes that telling someone random about what fae witnessed today wouldn’t be a ‘big deal’. He assumed only time could tell

**RP with Crocodilepaw - November 2, 2022 - RP link [ended]**

Darkness descended upon the camp as the sun disappeared from the sky, the final streaks of color from sunset replaced with the blackness of night. A young feline was entering the apprentice den for the night now that he had finished watching the sunset. Carefully did Crocodilepaw step around slumbering apprentices as he headed over to his nest, making sure not to disturb any of his family members. He was doing surprisingly well at this and nearly made it without waking anybody… until his next step resulted in him accidentally landing his paw upon Marshpaw's tail.

The unknowing cat underneath Crocodilepaw’s foot woke with a jolt and instinctively reached for the cat that stood on him. Grabbing hold of the mysterious figure’s shoulders, Marshpaw hoisted himself up above the larger tom, fluffing out his fur to make him looker bigger than the actual 7 inches he was- Growling for just a moment, his demeanor abruptly changed we he noticed the shiny fangs of his brother. Relaxing his shoulders, Marshpaw sighed. “Starclan’s sake Croc- I thought you were an intruder...” The younger of the two mumbled, tugging his tail free just to flick Crocodilepaw on the nose

Crocodilepaw apologized, laughing it off, before settling down next to his brother. Both of them slept soundly that night even though the sharp pain in Marshpaw's tail held him awake for a long while

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## | Relationships

### Familial

"I never got to personally know Beestar while he was alive but I hear he was an ok leader from my clanmates."

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"She died long before I was born but I sympathise for her. The fact she had to raise and be involved with so many kits in her lifetime while I can't even handle talking with /one/"

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"His absence from the clan and complete ignorance for the monster that caused Turtleflip's injuries can not be excused nor overlooked- Their first priority should be the wellbeing of the clan, not whatever he's doing instead..."

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"I am very grateful to have such a loving nobi like Turtleflip. I've heard of kits born to much worse and i can only imagine how lucky I must be. Though they must learn to confront Da and his actions... Getting mauled by a fox and not pleading to doing something about it doesn't sit right with me"

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"In all honesty i'm scared of what my sister knows about the things I hide from others. Fae once tripped near the entrance of my hideout and im 76% sure she saw of my wooden figure collection. Thankfully though, from what I can tell, fae hasn't told anyone. Thank the stars-"

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"To put it simply, I find my adopted sister to be one of the most repulsive cats I know. She just. /willingly/ picked up that frog with no sense of worry? Doesn't it's beady eyes and slimy skin bother her?!? I can't believe i'm in the same family of that monster-"

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"I never got to know Merrysoul, he sadly passed away long before I was born. Da and nobi don't talk about them all that much, I wonder what they where like"

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"While he may be one of the most irritable and stubborn cats i know, but he really did care about my well being and my success during our training sessions. I'm thankful I had someone I could so easily see as an older brother figure as my own mentor... He does need to get his attitude in check though."

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## | Trivia

**▪** Has major ranidaphobia (the fear of fogs and toads), nyctophobia (fear of the dark), and minor aichmophobia (fear of sharp objects)

**▪** He bites things. Not in an aggressive way but he goes on autopilot mode often and just puts whatever's closest to him in his mouth and starts chewing

**▪** He loves the song birds that sing in the morning and tries to come up with his own tunes, they are a bit wonky but he doesn't mind

**▪** He's strangely good at mapping things. All he needs is to see a certain place or thing and he can recreate it almost perfectly in his head or on dirt

**▪** Refuses to let others touch his fur in a petting way. He understands if two cats are in a confined space and their fur touches or something but if a cat goes up to him and is like “omg your fur looks so soft can I touch :0” He will decline without hesitation

**▪** Can’t stomached herbs. He always tries his best to down poppy seeds or crushed leaves but never can. In reality he doesn’t care about the taste, its more so the feeling

**▪** Absolutely despises surprises where he gets scared. Totally doesn’t hate getting scared in general because he has the most high pitched goofy scream you’ve ever heard

**▪** Has the worst reaction to allergies known to man. It’s worse when you realize he has a very loud sneeze… Sometimes it gets so bad Marsh starts tearing up-

## | Gallery

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