Posts by marrowescape

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im baaack
events, interacting with other clans, making more threads in general, etc. would be a good idea, yeah
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Marrowpaw would follow behind Jekyll, half wondering what would have happened if he had just abandoned the guy at some point. As it was, though, Marrow hadn't and so his leader wasn't the only Skulls member here.
Although, the german shepherd was mostly watching with a loose grin, leaving flowers in his steps.

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"Oh, so how many drugs did you take this time, leader?"
Marrow would roll his eyes as he glanced up at Hyde/Jekyll, before doing a show whisper to a flower right next to his head.
"He's always doing stuff like this. Honestly, it's driving the clan apart!"
A comedic exaggeration, all in good fun. If the pup didn't know that the captain could take somr ribbing, he probably wouldn't have pulled the prank.

Deciding that enough was enough, Marrow would sit up and grin at Jekyll/Hyde, tail wagging slightly.
"So, like the decorations?"

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"Stop hoarding all the fights for yourself, leader! No need to show off- grk!"
In a moment, Marrowpaw's jovial expression had turned into a panicked one, a pained one, as the dagger hit his side full on. Glancing at the wound in his side, which had started bleeding a purplish pinkish colored blood. Wrenching away from the weapon, Marrow fought the urge to cough, knowing that the sight of something oddly colored coming out of his mouth right now would make him faint.

In his panic, the flowers where he stepped were now growing into yellow ones, yellow or a soft white baby's breath- shock. Breathing heavily, the dog shook his head from side to side before attempting to bite Easypaw's midsection, from which he would pick up the other and throw them if it succeeded. Of course, he hadn't exactly been the best fighter, and was really acting on some sort of instinct.

Yeah- that injury in his side would leave a scar. Possibly more than one. Definitely. Was it possible for one injury to leave multiple scars? Marrowpaw didn't know, and really, didn't want to test it.
The medic of the Skulls, though, was the one leading the raid. No wonder Jekyll/Hyde had been so insistent on someone learning the medic stuff; if Marrow didn't stop this bleeding soon, there was a chance he might not even make it out of this battle back to the Skulls.

The thought didn't cross his mind that he would die, because for some reason the idea of him dying was impossible for him to fathom. Why wouldn't it be, after all? It had never happened to him.

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Marrowpaw would trot over. Well, sure, this was one thing he would do. The german shepherd would pause before heading off to the Stormclan raid- they were a proclan, so this would be easy, right?

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"If we do, I'm covering it in flowers, too."
This was said in a monotone voice as the boatswain trotted over to the leader, peering over the side of the boat as the leader had. Glancing at the beach and the distance it was from the ship, Marrowpaw would nod.
"Does seem like a good idea, especially for the Skulls with not great swimming. Or that're tired, or getting back from a raid, or injured. How'd we do it, though? I don't have any of those fancy powers- well, besides making flowers."
As if to demonstrate, the german shepherd would place one paw on the rails, lifting it up to reveal a small daffodil. The roots weren't going directly into the ship, but rather creeping along the sides to attach to the bottom of the railing. The flowers would die in a few days, so it was a pretty harmless prank, all things considered.

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He was seriously regretting suggesting this raid, now. His intentions had been to get rid of the gossip he'd been hearing about the war between Stormclan and the Blackheart Rogues- but if this was what war was like, Marrowpaw didn't want it.
Gritting his teeth, the twelve month old apprentice would look around for his opponent, managing to catch a glimpse of his leader. Whom had just scoffed.

Maybe to some, it was nothing to have your leader scoff at you when you're covered in blood. But when that leader was also the medic, it left some sense of unease to say the least.
His minor disappointment and shock was distracted when there was suddenly a heavy weight on his back. Staggering for a step or two, Marrow remembered one part of his training- the roll over. Heck, he knew this move!

And so, trying to find a way to get the pain to stop, Marrowpaw would try to roll over, possibly with Easypaw still on his back. Really, all he wanted to do now was find a way to get back to the Skulls alive; couldn't even say unharmed or unscarred at this point.

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Marrowpaw, idly cursing, had decided to, for some reason, stretch his legs. Couldn't actually let a wound stay closed and heal, could he? Certainly not the slash marks on his back, or the stab wound in his side, oh no. He had to try to exercise- which, for once, he found himself hating for a whole other reason besides laziness.
Approaching one side of the lake, Marrowpaw would idly glance at the others, annoyed as he lowered his head down to drink. Couldn't they see that he was here? Shouldn't they be leaving? He was a member of the fearsome Skulls, the pirates that raided and attacked without abandon!

Yeah, it didn't scare him either. And after experiencing what such a reputation, what gaining such a reputation got you, well. It hurt, in more ways than one. It had hurt to see his leader laugh off the stab wound Mar had gotten.
But no matter, he was fine. He could push through it.

And so the black german shepherd would continue drinking from the water, utterly ignoring the others there now.

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"Well, attacking others seems to only be causing some sort of outrage, so although I don't want us to lose our rightful reputation as pirates, might I suggest something like a sleepover! Invite some random clan over. Hey, maybe even our enemies! Solidify how nobody knows what the heck we're doing next? Or something? I dunno."
Marrowpaw trotted forward, the boatswain shrugging. It seemed weird for all of them to be demoted, but Marrow could understand?

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"Sounds like fun! Does the Remnant have flowers?"
Marrowpaw trotted forward, carefully keeping weight off of one of his legs. He had only recently gotten out of battle, after all.

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This was bad.
Marrowpaw limped forward into camp, his right foreleg broken and three claw wounds along his back. It hurt, he ached, and he knew he didn't want to fight ever again. The german shepherd sat down in camp, wincing.
"Hey, Hyde! Kinda need some help over here! Dying is not on my to do list today!"
Mar felt like he couldn't entirely trust his leader, but really, it wasn't exactly a choice of trust here. It was a matter of bleeding out or living.

To keep himself occupied while waiting for the guy to show up, Marrow would woozily watch a flower at his feet, gaze and posture wavering a little bit.

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https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2382629.0
an invite

and also, hyde is needed in the following thread bc mar is injuredd
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2383160.0
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aare there any plots for events in the future ?
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"That sounds so hard, though..."
Marrowpaw whined, the german shephard slumping his head onto the railing. He looked out over the ocean, sighing for a moment. Maybe he could get to know more about his 'fearless' leader right now.
"So, did you join the Skulls, or were yah born here?"
Yeah. That was a good conversation starter.

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"Heya, name and- oh, it's you."
It was Auresque. Marrowpaw had never really talked to her, but she was still pretty cool, from what he knew.
But it seemed she was in a conversation. Grinning, the german shepherd would shrug.
"Whoops. Am I interrupting something?"

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"Gifts? We like gifts. Any flowery ones?"
Trotting forward and utterly ignoring his leader, Marrowpaw would look at the gift basket with an anticapatory expression. If there were flowers, he was going to scream, in all honesty- despite the flowers actually sprouting up behind him, of course.

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"Oh, you're a medic? That's cool."
Marrowpaw would ignore the whole 'slightly interrupting' thing, because he went and did what he wanted regardless of the wishes of those in a higher position. Or rather, he explicitly went against them. But it was all good, he had enough charms to slip by most of the time.
Marrowpaw, now, had an issue. His injury here had gone untreated after his leader went and practically ignored him. So Mar had just wrapped some bandages around his midsection and around his front right paw- all good, right? Except the wounds still hurt.
"Mari, is it? I'm Marrowpaw. Nice tah meet'cha."
Marrowpaw would use Auresque's nickname for the guy, assuming it to be their name. Wasn't this just a lovey-dovey little family meeting? Except he wasn't in the family and was totally crashing it.

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"Yesss, okay, that's great."
Marrowpaw didn't bother stopping his tail from wagging. Glancing at the gifts, he realized a question had been asked of him.
Moving forward and rooting through the basket while he thought about the answer, Marrow would gasp as he found one such flower crown. Flipping it up over one of his ears, the boatswain would turn to Heavenlypup with a grin.
"Since you brought flowers, I think I'll just go ahead and answer that! We're doing fine. It's a bit boring around here, might have an issue with medics soon, ugh. But we're going to pull through. The Skulls always have, after all!"
Marrowpaw would move a little bit away from the basket in case Hyde wanted to look through it, before turning back to Heavenly.
"Name's Marrowpaw. You said you were an ambassador?"

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"You like... Watch him heal others though."
Marrowpaw winced at the rough treatment of his wounds, still idly staring at the flower. The wound was done, at least.
He would hold his right foreleg out while the other took care of it, silent while it was set.
"'Least I'm not dead. But uh, I'll get 'em next time."
The german shepherd would lay down, sighing.
"How the heck did they even manage to do that? They were like my age! Ugh..."
Marrowpaw would move forward his left paw and grow a chamomile flower.

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"Will do, leader-sir. Should I do it now or wait for Scarclan to leave?"
Marrowpaw fake saluted, a loose grin on his maw.

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