Posts by marrowescape

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Marrowpup trotted through the camp, the three moon old german shephard holding a lazy grin on his face. On his head, he had a flower crown full of pink and white and yellow flowers. On his tail, a ring of new flower crowns. The pup was surprisingly adept at arts and crafts, after all.
"Anybody want a flower crown?"

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That was a LOT that happened just now, and Marrowpup couldn't really understand everything. There was something about promotions, something about being more like pirates, maybe demotions, mentions of a Ghostpaw... Marry wasn't the most dedicated to politics or the current goings-on of the clan. Say it was his nature, say he had trouble paying attention, he didn't care about the specifics. It was probably just war announcements anyways.
So the black puppy yawned and laid down on the ground, ears perked in an attempt to pay attention (also so he wouldn't get yelled at).

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Marrowpaw stumbled onto the territory, confused about where he had been for the past months and partially not really caring. Evidently, nothing too bad had happened- who knows, maybe he just hit his head, got lost, and was now back.
So, the Skulls member sat down, a slightly blank emotion on his face for a second while he took everything in.

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voted yes (im a bit late lmao)
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"Well, uhm. This is my home, after all! Where else would I go...?"
Laughing a little bit, the black german shephard shrugged.
"My name is Marrowp.... Marrowpaw. My dad is Bleachedbones? Is he around here anywhere...?"
He couldn't even remember the names of the others he'd known here... And, on top of it, he had a splitting headache now. This was perfectly fine! Not.

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No survivors? That seemed a bit drastic to the new apprentice, but okay. Marrowpaw dashed into the battlefield, freezing with his ears perked, alert. In reality, he was probably just going to play around with the others, knock 'em around, capture somebody maybe.

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Marrowpaw trotted forward, the black german shephard looking at the others with curious brown eyes. First meeting, this was going to be fun!

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Noticing the weapons forged by hand, Marrowpaw trotted over with a grin.
Spotting a particular basic knife with roses carved into the wooden handle, the german shepherd poked at it with his nose, grabbing it out of the basket before anybody else could.
"Ahw yehsssss, thihs blahde ihs grheat! Thahnks!"
The apprentice wagged his tail at the Vocatus member there, happy to have a weapon that actually fit his personal style.

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"Aw man, it's okay dude. Me and my dad weren't too close anyways."
Marrowpaw grinned at Jekyll, pausing for a moment.
"Heh, you could say my head's been foggy too. I think I may have been kidnapped, or I hit my head or something?"
He shrugged, noticing Slippaw.
"Oh, thanks! Nice to meet you, too, Slip."
The comment about them not knowing each other was definitely true. Marrow had been gone for quite a bit, and honestly, he hadn't been around much last time he was here.
Noticing the blood in the sand, the shepherd tilted his head to the side with narrowed eyes.
"So, uh, seems like something happened here? Or was that blood always over there? I dunno, I usually just did things with flowers."

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This was all alliance stuff, wasn't it? Rolling his eyes, the german shepherd trotted over with a loose grin on his face. Sitting down, he listened in with attentive ears, even though his eyes kept scanning the territory in the hopes to catch glimpses of any flowers.

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