Marshypaw
Male / 6 Moons / ShadowClan / Pansexual
Russet tabby tom with cream-brown fur around the torso, blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, and a naturally sinister expression
“
Well there’s no point to misery without joy, now is there? Just like there’s no point to beauty without brains! That last part is something that you, my friend, need to work on!”
~Marshypaw
✽❀✽
The young apprentice was certainly embarresed to find himself caught up in a situation like this, but in spite of this humiliation, he found himself making constant desperate attempts to reassure himself that he shared the fault with Bristlethorn, and was not solely his own problem to deal with. Paws dragging awkwardly across the ShadowClan soil, with coltsfoot clutched tightly in his jaws, Marshypaw hurried after the herb patrol, careful to keep the clog of herbs from slipping fork his teeth as he walked. He had purposely snatched as many plants as he could manage before following the patrol back home, holding onto whatever he could successfully carry. The entrance to ShadowClan’s camp faded into view, and glancing up with wide, waiting eyes, Marshypaw began to consider the possible punishments he could be given, as well as their levels realism.
Suppose Mossfreckle and/or Grousepaw decides to hold a grudge against me the moment they catch a glimpse of me, I might even earn myself a demotion… but there’s a decently high chance that the… authorities, you could call them, might take note of the fact that I had originally been convinced that I was not alone. Worst comes to worst, I… well, truly I am not sure, ShadowClan’s punishments seem tot end to vary in severity like mad, so we’ll just have to see. Unrealistically, I might not even get a punishment, but that’s awfully unlikely, so there really isn’t any point to considering it, now is there? Sniffing, Marshypaw tripped over his own paws as he reached the entrance, quietly snapping at himself as he did. Once he had recovered, he kept on thinking.
I suppose they might simply give me some chores to complete… at least, for the time being. But I cannot say, especially with somebody like Hawkbite. Unfortunately, I don’t no much about Grousepaw yet, so there’s a half-and-half chance that they will take pleasure in watching me struggle. Who’s to say, I’ll just have to watch, wait, and listen. Respectfully, of course- can’t go making it worse for myself here.
Their patrol entered the clearing fully, and Marshypaw shifted his head to get a good look around, as if confirming that nobody was paying too much attention to the fact that they had come with more apprentices than they had left with. He did not notice anything out of the ordinary immediately, so brightening, Marshypaw stumbled after the enforcer leading them. He watched stiffly as Hawkbite dropped a mouthful of herbs at the entrance to the Medicine Den, before stepping forward to stand slightly back behind the rest of the patrol. Marhsypaw waited for instruction before setting any herbs down, and because of this, he was stuck silent until he felt comfortable letting go of them. The small tabby tom-cat winced as Hawkbite’s tail came his way, glancing in the opposite direction when it landed gently over his shoulders.
Yes, time for the… shame, He told himself, grudgingly.
Well, at least I brought the medicine cats herbs. Gotta give me SOME credit, I suppose. As Hawkbite began to explain their situation, Marshypaw perked his ears and shifted his yellow-blue gaze to land on the enforcer as he spoke, catching his breath. Hawkbite explained that he had been ‘collected’ alongside the herbs, and he had claimed that Bristlethorn had been taking him out, but the warrior had been nowhere to be found. Marshypaw felt a sting of irritation Pearce through his chest at the sound of that. It made it sound as if he was a liar, and this, of all things, was quite the opposite of what he strives to be. It took some effort to avoid snapping the herbs cradled in his jaws right here and there, and Marshypaw was genuinely grateful for the fact that they were preventing him from tossing out some passive aggressive remark about their whole situation. He needed to stay shut up at the moment, despite the fact that he had almost been
sure that Bristlethorn stuck with him as he led her to the spot that he had originally decided to host their training session. This trouble made him feel stupid, stupid and forgetful, but nonetheless, he stayed quiet. As Hawkbite began to suggest certain punishments, Marshypaw’s main interests were snatched, and the normally dramatic apprentice’s eyes flashed with curiosity. Attentively, he listened carefully as Hawkbite said that he thought they should just give him some chores o do for the next half-moon. The russet and cream apprentice felt his heart twist with unease and relief at the sound of this. It could certainly be worse… chores weren’t anything terrible. In the end, the humiliation was punishment enough, and chores would be a fun cherry on top. When Hawkbite asked ShadowClan’s Medicine Apprentice for his thoughts, Marshypaw felt his stare turn to Grousepaw, tense and unblinking. He found it mildly annoying how the main decision here was going to be made by an apprentice, but seeing as Grousepaw
was more than your average apprentice, he stayed shut up, tightening his grip on the coltsfoot slightly as he waited.
At some point or another, Bleedingpaw spoke, and Marshypaw could not help but feel slightly glad to hear the sound of a voice that wasn’t drenched in disappointment and pessimism. The Bengal apprentice greeted Grousepaw decently casually, and told him that they had brought him plants. Marshypaw found his gaze drifting down to the ground beneath his paws as Bleedingpaw told Grousepaw that his patrol had proved to be very successful, and grumpily the young tabby tom thought to himself,
Excluding the stray apprentice, but otherwise, yes, seems to be the case. I’d like to apologize, but that’s a bit troublesome through a giant mouthful of… herb. Slowly and hesitantly, Marshypaw dipped his head, and gently, he set five coltsfoot on the ground in front of him, before gagging instinctively as he truly noticed the bitter taste of leaf flooding through his mouth. Stretching his jaw to get rid of the new soreness, he glanced around at the patrol, debating with himself about whether or not he should try and say anything. Then finally, he decided for himself that without herbs preventing him from saying anything, he had any right to say something, just so long as it was nice and respectful. So quietly, he sighed, “
I apologize for any inconvenience, truly. Quite embarrassing, but at least I found you some leaves, yes?” For once in his life, Marshypaw was not smiling, and instead, with unhappiness hopping along through his gaze, he looked around at Bleedingpaw, Hawkbite, and supposedly Wispypaw. Looking on the bright side in this darkness, he could have been found by a meaner patrol, at least. This was ShadowClan, and he was lucky to have stumbled upon a group of cats as generous as these.
{ +
5 Coltsfoot }
✽❀✽
~ @
SuspiciousMindz { Hawkbite } ~
~ @
Rani { Bleedingpaw } ~
~ @
Kix { Wispypaw } ~
~ @
redshiftreign { Grousepaw } ~