Marshykit
Male / 3 Moons / ShadowClan / Sexuality Unknown
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!”
~Marshykit
// I decided to go with Idea One, thanks to the fact that it doesn’t require any other roleplayers. For a quick summary: Marshykit talks to himself about story creating, Primrosepaw arrives and questions him, Marshykit gets sassy and angers her, etc. \\
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Marshykit’s brain was hard at work, stories and tales whirling and swirling in his head. Second by second he weaved plots and sentences together, memorizing as much as he could to prepare for whatever cats would be the next to end up sitting down beside him, listening to him leak out all of the fantasies that he had been building up in his mind. There was nothing Marshykit loved more than an audience, so he felt like he had no choice but to prepare for them.
He had set out two stones in front of his paws; The stone to his left was small and brown, while the stone to the right was slightly larger and slate gray. But thanks to the power of creativity, to Marshykit, these were no stones. These were entire
personalities, characters, lives! The smaller stone was Cloudypaw, a shy and insecure apprentice with an extreme fear of… well, everything, and she was his protagonist. The larger stone was her famous and lovable twin, Skypaw, and he was the definition of a brat. As Marshykit explained aloud what all was going on in this little story of his, he shifted his stones and nudged them into place, formulating his own little show in front of him. For the time being, Marshykit seemed to be his own audience.
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’Oh, but I swear, it’s the truth!’ Cloudypaw announces… she is desperate, anxious, and her voice is small when she continues to speak, crying, ‘Skypaw told me to do it… I promise you, he did!’” Marshykit smirked and knocked the larger stone, Skypaw, into the smaller stone. Then once he had successfully watched them collide, he proceeded to narrate his story, forming it along the way. “
Skypaw lands a blow on his sister, a painful work of his claws- then of course he denies her claim, defending himself with, ‘Lies, lies! I would… never…?’” Marshykit heard his own voice drown out, dissatisfaction creeping into him. Something wasn’t right- this wasn’t very good. He was planning on going on and on about this ‘Cloudypaw’-Molly’s exile, but so far, things were seeming quite dull. It was no good if it was no fun.
He kept on talking to himself, explaining his struggles aloud to organize his thoughts. “
Goodness, that got cheesy- even I thought it was cheesy. All she did was end a single life… it was simple, really…” He sighed deeply, and with one swipe of his striped paw, he sent both stones flying across the ground and into a nearby fern-bush. Oh, what a shame, what a shame… “
Stories are no fun if they’re generic!” He mumbled, glowering at the dirt beneath his paws, disturbed by what had once been the stones of Cloudypaw and Skypaw. He added, “
The most interesting part was there names! I mean, Skypaw was always favorited, right? Cloudypaw was like his shadow? And clouds are in the sky, therefore making the sky bigger… and… oh, it’s no use!”
Irritated, Marshykit kicked the ground with a paw. Without an audience, he was nothing- this was just
terrible! The little tom thought about how much he loved telling stories to several audience members at once, watching their faces brighten as he added their names and personalities into the tales. That was WAH at he needed at the moment- somebody who wasn’t Cloudypaw or Skypaw, somebody who was
real. Then he could
really make a story. A story worth listening to, at that. A story worth telling.
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