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And, oh my goodness, here was somebody who probably shared his love of flowers. Marrowpaw trotted forward, limping carefully on his broken leg but still leaving a trail of flowers- which now had a few blue petals in ther midst ater spotting the blue flower the other had. He was subconciously trying to replicate it.
"Heya! Name and business? I see you have a flower right there. Very pretty. Uh, what kind is it? The flower. Is it poisonous?"

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i think we need to get in on some interclan drama of some sort. some high position meetings and ic discussions. probably move so the pirate ship crashes into somebody's beach? there are a few clans with beaches. or maybe they hear that riverclan also has a boat and a similar home so they start to get annoyed and try to destroy the riverclan home?

some takeover plots (in this clan or another) would be cool. ive got a bloodclanner that might be willing to do that here if needed. (i would have to ask that he isnt killed though because his body is very. very expensive lmao)

a mass gift basket making thing, with gift baskets individualized to the skulls? so pirate themed stuff?

leader or high position capture plot, where theyre captured and the other skulls members show up in a patrol and try to negotiate for their freedom?

hm... clan wide prank war?

also, could marrow hold the weekly tasks ?
we dont have someone holding them, so x>
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Marrowpaw stood on the border, the german shepherd grinning. Around him was practically a bouquet of flowers- hidden underneath many, many pawprints. He may or may not have chased his tail until he tripped and then decided to sit in the middle to give the best first impression, why do you ask?
And so the scarred german shepherd (also sporting a broken front leg that he kept brushing off) would wag his tail and wait for someone to show up on the border. He had news from the Skulls, after all, and a want to bring the two clans closer together.

But, like, in a cool way.

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Marrowpaw had left a trail of flowers, clearly from flower prints, along the border of Scarclan. A few feet away, he had a small wooden booth. He hadn't made it, just found it there- but the fermented grapes and various fruits shoved and stuffed into empty wine bottles with the tags torn off was his. And he had made it.
Marrowpaw would smile at anybody that approached, tail wagging. However, the sloppy word 'monshin' on the booth's sign made it clear what he was selling.

He'd been told this stuff was illegal in other clans. Eh. His leader told him to do it, and so he would do it. Maybe. These bottles may have not been as fermented as they were supposed to be and definitely not properly made, and may have had some random non poisonous flowers shoved into them. Possibly.

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"I was born, although I don't really know my dad. Anyways. Say, when do you think I'm gonna get my warrior name? Or, Skullian name? And how does that even work here- I don't think I've seen any other ceremonies goin' on."
Marrowpaw idly spoke out loud, glancing back at the ship covered in flowers. Hopefully it would rain- he wanted the flowers to stay for as long as they could. It was kind of pretty, after all. Who wouldn't do a pretty prank?

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Marrowpaw nodded to the other, idly noting the Bloodclan scent. They were seemingly a tad small, but then again, Marrow was used to being in the Skulls. Where there was mostly canines his size or larger. Not like they had no cats; there were some cats. Just a bit rarer.
Mar found himself noticing the other's bright fur for a moment. A red tabby? They had those here? Wait, what was he thinking? Red tabbies lived anywhere. What the heck was his brain doing.
"Marrowpaw. Boatswain of the Skulls. Here to discuss a, uh, whole shindig thing with your leader...? Because the Skulls are holding a lot of shindigs."

Maybe him being here wasn't the best. Marrowpaw had a bit of a problem with authority, and being around some strange leader probably wasn't going to make the issue any better. But if they treated Marrow respectfully, then heck, who was he to start shouting about it?
Really, the reason he'd been sent here was because his leader liked the name. Really odd way to choose a clan to invite, but Marrow couldn't disagree. Bloodclan was a cool name. And rebellion be damned, he couldn't say that it wasn't.

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Marrowpaw trotted forward, the german shepherd offering an idle smile to the others there. He was walking on a broken leg, but it didn't really hurt, it just felt like the world was ending and death was coming and everything was definitely wrong.
So, no pain besides the emotional.
And maybe a little bit of psychological. And perhaps the pain that could happen meant he should stay off of it.

But the medic in the Skulls was also his leader and that meant f+ck what the teacher said, he's doing what he wants.
And what he wanted to do and actually did was sit down and wait do be assigned a team, flowers in his footsteps.

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Grinning at his possibly first customer, Marrowpaw would gesture to the bottles on the booth. There were three up currently, a blueberry mix, one with traditional grapes, and one made out of lemons, limes, and pineapple. He called that one death.
"M'name's Marrowpaw! Boatswain of the Skulls. Here to sell all you fine folks some moonshine!"
They were his first bottles, so they would probably suck. And maybe kill somebody. He had no idea how to make alchohol.

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"F+ck yes. I'm going right now at this moment in this current time period and within these seconds. Bye leader-o."
Marrowpaw stood, ignoring his broken leg and starting to walk towards the Remnant's territory.

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"What a coincidence! I'm also an apprentice. Marrowpaw, Boatswain here. And you are accepted!"
Marrowpaw flashed a grin, wagging his tail.
Sitting down, Marrow would reach out with his left forepaw, attempting to prod the blue flower with curiosity, but also gentle enough that it certainly wouldn't break.
"So, Waterpaw, issit? Where'd you find this?"
Surely the other wasn't born with a mutated blue flower, after all.

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Marrowpaw sat on the border, a nifty little gift basket in front of him. Inside were some blue flowers, some eye patches, some little pirate flags, some bandanas, and some small vials of bootleg moonshine. It was what was left of his first batch. And was most probably definitely not good.
The boatswain waited patiently for someone to show up, right foreleg obviously broken and set already. He had bandages around his midsection, and flowers grew around him like he was an Important Figure in a video game. Really, he'd 'chased his tail' slowly before sitting down to make it look that way.

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Marrowpaw trotted forward, idly waiting for the first Scarclanners besides the NOCs that were there. The Boatswain was honestly just curious, and a bit uncharacteristically quiet- the wounds on his back and leg were acting up a bit, after all.

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Marrowpaw had been following behind his leader, but upon realizing that his trail of flower prints was about as recognizeable as one could get, the german shepherd decided to unhide himself. Moving on a broken right foreleg, the boatswain offered a grin to the others there.
"Hey Scarclan! I hope you like flowers, 'cause our ship is kind of covered in them right now. Like. Really covered. There's even some on the walls."
Unless Hyde had gone behind Marrow's back somehow, the prank Mar had played earlier was probably still going on. So that would be fun.
Marrowpaw idly thought about how he wished the leader would have cleared this 'dont hold back' thing with the clan, considering how much of their stuff would probably be trashed, but eh. He'd tease the guy about it later.

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"Yeah, leader guy over there did. Said something like 'no holds barred' so basically this place is going to be wrecked tomorrow. Or two days from now. Or in a week. Whenever all this dies down."
Marrowpaw kept adding length to the time in both a sense of humor and a subtle jab at the leader. Maybe not too subtle, though.

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Marrowpaw stood on the ship, the german shepherd's tail wagging.
"Hey, anybody want a task, c'mon over here! I will find you if you don't."
And so he would wait for others to start to show up.

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https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2384702.new#new
here are the weekly tasks!

that sounds like fun, the skulls driving the remnant out. lol the skulls are destroying all their alliances lmao
and yeah, that whole chain of events sounds fun. i really feel like a rivalry between the skulls and riverclan, since theyre two seafaring clans and one is pro and the other anti, would be cool. maybe skulls could attack la havre or form some sort of peace negotiation with them?

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"Alrighty. It'll be done as soon as the meeting is over. Or not. I mean, you never know with a member of the Skulls. Maybe I'll just cover the whole deck with flowers again."
Marrowpaw jested. In reality, of course he was going to do it, but it was always fun to tease.
At Waterpaw's idea, Marrow found his grin becoming an actual, real™ smile.
"Holy shi+, that sounds like so much fun. Do it. And who knows, leader sir, maybe that idea will help others become more interested in the medic rank. Wink. Considering we only have one medic and are a very action-packed clan."

Then he realized exactly what Hyde had said, and mock gasped.
"Leader sir! We can never have too many flowers! I feel like I've been stabbed! In the back! By a backstabber!"

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"We are growing apprentices! Yeah, sure, we're pirates but we are growing pirates and we need our sleep! This reign of utter tyranny will have to stop. Waterpaw, what do you say to holding a protest on the way up the ship? We can walk in circles and wave signs with writing on them that like two others can read."
Marrowpaw spoke, describing the scene vividly. He wasn't completely serious.
"They'll say things like 'down with dictators' and 'bring back controlled anarchy' and 'flowers should be the new monarchy'. Wait, nix that last one, I've never heard of a clan with a monarchy."
Noticing the way she seemed to be nervous about all of it, Marrowpaw found himself wanting to cheer the other up. He'd been trying to tell a joke- one that left you laughing, maybe crying but only tears of joy, not fear.

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"Nah, not now. I've still got some time left, want to learn s'more. What, trying to rush me into an early warriorship to make me look bad? Tsk tsk, I thought better of you!"
Marrowpaw snickered, his grin showing that it was all just a tease. Glancing at Hyde and then back out onto the ocean, Marrow thought for a second.
"And I don't even know. Aren't the ones naming the ceremony supposed to choose it? And say something like 'yada yada because of your great skills and wonderful looks, you will now be called marrowbeautiful' or something. Please don't actually call me that, I'll call you Chicken for the rest of your life if you do."
Marrowpaw shuddered at the thought. While he liked to think of himself as slightly better than average looking, being literally called Marrowbeautiful was not what he wanted. That sounded kind of weird, in all honesty.

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"It was at that Stormclan raid, one of their apprentices. Sheesh. As for training, I'll have you know my mentor was the past leader! But she disappeared, so that doesn't count."
Marrowpaw frowned, before shrugging it off. Maybe it was Jekyll during the raid and that was why he didn't remember.
Glancing at Waterpaw, Marrow found himself grinning at how she wanted to help him. Flower power was so strong.
"You are good at that medical stuff. I just grow flowers 'cause they're pretty... Awesome. Syke. Thanks."
The last word was spoken as he gestured to the poppy, which he then sniffed. Pausing, the german shepherd would glance at the cat and then at the leader.
"Either of you dare me to eat the entire thing?"

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