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RtF | I'll Catch You | Marshall/Kithaya Rp

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MK/CR: In the quietest part of the tavern where no one really chose to sit, Marshall sat slightly hunched over the table, an untouched mug of ale within his reach. What was this tavern called again? The Tidepool? Yeah, that sounds about right. He still hadn’t gotten used to all of these new names for buildings. Even after two weeks, the tom still found himself referring to certain places as ones from Gwellian, and it killed him a little inside each time he did that. Right now, he was under another deep emotional attack, something he experienced often since the destruction of his home. His body was shaking ever so lightly as he gently ran his claws over the scars on his arms, thinking about all of his friends he had yet to find or figure out that they survived. In the two weeks he’d been living in this new land, he had found no one. He was alone.

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Ves .: The day was cloudy, and a bit chilly, so the snowshoe walked briskly down the walk with her cloak on, sweeping past other subbreeds quickly. Her presence was massive, as if anyone could see her from any distance. Her intense gaze flicked to a lively building, stopping other felines in her vision short. She paused, and took a moment to stretch, seeing as her body was sore and sickly. Kithaya waltzed elegantly to the tavern and pressed open the heavy oak door. No natural light flooded in, so the tavern gave off a warm glow from the candles and fire. The door slammed shut behind the snowshoe, and she immediately yanked her hood down, twitching her ears in search for a spot to sit. Her blue gaze found a seat and she took two steps in place before moving to the chair. However, her presence was not the only strong thing in the room. She could feel it. The aura of someone who experienced it. She whipped her head around, and her gaze rested on a muscular cat in the corner. He was strangely familiar, as if he always lay in her peripheral. Kithaya, with her lack of politeness, padded over to him and stopped directly in front of him. "Who're you?" She asked, her soft voice powerful and meaningful.

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MK/CR: The scarred tom perked up as soon as he heard a voice speak near him, turning slightly to face the source and realizing that the she-cat was talking to him. He took a few moments to process the question before answering. Despite the awful condition he was in, he still somehow managed to be polite and respectful. “My name’s Marshall. Marshall West.” He responded. He had a feeling that he’d seen this cat somewhere before, obviously not enough to know her name, but maybe just passing by in the town. Marshall reached for his ale and took a small sip, detecting a different taste than what he was used to. Every tavern is different, he supposed. The ex-soldier turned back towards the familiar stranger. “And who might you be?” he returned the question.

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Ves .: The she-cat must have appeared cold and calculating to this 'Marshall West', but at the moment, she didn't care. It was strange to her that she was the one engaging conversation, but she had to do it, she had to know, she had to figure him out. "Kithaya." She said, although her voice was distracted, and her blue gaze remained unblinking as she dissected his physique. It was then she understood. These scars. She had some like it. He was a survivor. The snowshoe, without permission, swept her cloak aside, revealing her ugly scars, and sat across from Marshall, ordering an ale from a Tavern Hand. "You're from Gwellian." It wasn't a question. Her stare was calm, collected. He was, wasn't he?

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MK/CR: “Pleasure to meet you.” Marshall added after the she-cat revealed her name. He took another drink of his ale as Kithaya brushed her cloak aside, freezing for a few seconds when she showed him her scars and stated that he was from Gwellian, then sitting down across from him. She could tell just by looking at him where he was from. Then again, they both wore similar scars, it’s no wonder she knew. The tom gave her a nod. “That is correct.” He spoke. “Ex-1st class legionary soldier at your service.” Due to habit, he still stood up and gave the she-cat a slight bow before sitting back down, though maybe that’s not such a bad habit to have. It’s good to treat everyone with respect until they’ve earned otherwise, right?

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Ves .: Her mug came swiftly, and she took a tentative sip. Kithaya was a lightweight, so she needed to watch it. Her ears flipped up at his words. "1st class? You must be handy with a sword, then." The snowshoe's gaze grew even more intense, if that were possible. However, when he bowed to her, she couldn't help but grow flustered. "You...don't have to bow." She murmured, then sighed, shaking her head with her eyes closed, slowly crossing her arms. "What do you do now?" The feline queried, an expression of interest faintly washed on her pretty face. A white paw reached for the mug and brought it to her maw as her question was asked.

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MK/CR: “S-Sorry! Force of habit.” Marshall grinned sheepishly at Kithaya. He didn’t mean for her to get flustered like that! The grin faded down to a small smile as the next question was asked. The tom hadn’t had a conversation that last more than a few words for a long time. It was nice. “I’m a guardman now, heh, I guess you could say I never could let go of everything I was back in Gwellian.” He said with a chuckle, referring to the fact that his current and ex occupations were very similar. Protecting others, that was something he always took pride in doing. There was no sense in stopping now. “What about you?” Marshall continued the cycle of repeating questions. “What do you do now?”

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Ves .: Her eyes widened at his apology. Her cheeks a slight shade of red, she responded quietly, "There's no need to apologize..." Kithaya took another small sip of her light ale, then after resting it on the table, the necklace around her wrist jangling as Marshall spoke of not letting go. "Sometimes," The snowshoe said quietly, "you just have to." Her stare lingered on the flashy pendant for a moment longer before she flicked her eyes back to the male before her. "Me?" She closed her eyes for a moment, her paw loosening on the mug's handle. "I'm a Tavern Maid. Not for this tavern, though." She looked up as she denied her occupation at this location, her gaze traveling around the lively room. "It's a hard adjustment." The words were out of her mouth before she even thought.

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MK/CR: Marshall took yet another drink of his ale, nodding as he took in the information. “I’ll have to come visit the tavern you work at some time, then.” He said with the grin returning. It disappeared once again when she mentioned it being a hard adjustment. “I know what you mean.” He said softly, looking down into his ale mug. “Sometimes…Sometimes it just doesn’t feel real, y’know? I wake up every morning hoping and praying that it was all some messed up nightmare, but it isn’t. It’s real.” The ash colored tom set down his mug and started tracing his arm scars with his fingers again. He couldn’t help it.

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Ves .: Her ale vibrated as her paw rested on the table. "You can if you want." She muttered, seemingly uninterested, resting her right paw under her chin, and turning her head toward the bar, only one side of her face visible to Marshall. She closed her eyes, then smiled briefly. "Glad I'm not the only one who lays awake at night." Kithaya opened her eyes and glanced at the tom, and then sighed. "You seem like a formidable warrior." The snowshoe smiled again, and then rested her paw on her mug. "Yeah...it's real.." Her paw brushed over her swollen hip scars as her memories flooded back.

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MK/CR: Marshall finished off his mug of ale, setting it off to the side of the table. “I’m just so lost…” he murmured, glancing up at Kithaya with sad eyes. “It’s been two weeks since the fall, and I still have no idea if any of my friends made it out alive…” He looked away and signaled to the bar maid for another ale before turning his attention back to his company. “I’ve never felt so alone before.” The second ale was served rather quickly, and he gave the cat who gave it to him a polite thank you as she left. He took a sip and set it on the table.

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Ves .: Her head slowly turned to him as he made his confession. "I've been where you are. Actually," She wrapped her left paw around her right upper arm, "I'm still there right now." Heat invaded her eyes as she remembered how lost she was, and how far gone she had been. "But if your friends made it...I'm sure they're looking for you just as much as you're looking for them." She could only give him this advice, because she was currently doing so. If she walked down the road, she kept her eyes alert, scouring out each and every nook and cranny of High Vale to find her old friends. "There's a part of me that doesn't want to find them, though." She muttered. "How can I look at them in such a dismal state?" Her voice sounded broken, tired as she made a confession similar to Marshal's.

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MK/CR: Marshall’s gaze softened at her advice and confession. It was comforting to know that he wasn’t the only one that felt like things were against him. He wasn’t the only one that felt broken inside. “Even if we do find them in a dismal state…” the tom started to counter. “Having them there with you can mend the shattered feeling we all have inside. It’s the feeling of knowing that you are not alone. The survivors you are close with have gone through the same tragedy. Your friends, and all Gwellian cats. It’s something that can bring you closer together – what can bring all of us closer together.” The ex-soldier took a deep breath as the faces of those he’s come to know and love flashed through his mind.

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Ves .: The snowshoe smiled softly at his optimism. "I'm glad." She closed her eyes in content at his remarks. "Someone who is still looking toward the light after all the darkness that was shoved upon them still is alive." Kithaya blinked her eyes open and sighed, taking another sip of her ale. "Anyone in particular, you're looking for?" The pretty feline mewed, but then quickly added, "only if you want, I mean, I'd get if you were reluctant to talk about them..." The snowshoe blushed faintly at her stammering, then busied herself by gazing at her surroundings. The liveliness of the tavern had shrunk down to a low hum and clinks of mugs and utensils as food was being served.

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MK/CR: The gray colored feline grinned at her flustered words. He found it rather cute. “It’s okay; I don’t mind talking about them.” Marshall said with a chuckle. “Most of them were cats I worked with, fellow soldiers that I started in in 2nd class with and grew to get to 1st, and with them was a cat that was like a father to me, something I never got to have. His name’s Ash and he was the reason I became a soldier in the first place.” He brought the ale mug to his lips, looking around at the lessened activity in the tavern. “There were also a couple outside of work, one named Jet. Have you ever heard of her? She was a dancer back in Gwellian, a really good one too. Had a belt with bells on it that almost never left her waist.”

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Ves .: "W-wipe that cheesy grin off your face!" She stammered, gripping her ale and gulping it twice. Eventually the feline's blush died down and Kithaya's ears perked up at his words. "Never heard of her, but I find dancers interesting." It was true. Now that her health was way below what it used to be, she couldn't do her acrobatics until her health was 100%. So in the meantime she could only watch from afar as elegant dancers twirled and flipped gracefully. "I had a friend. Leif Carrahagn...heard of him?" She asked, her ears twitching nervously at the thought of the scrawny male.

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MK/CR: Despite her telling him to stop, Marshall couldn’t help but keep smiling. It felt good to smile; the action had almost become foreign to him over these last weeks. When Kithaya mentioned her friend, he went into his memories, the name did sound familiar. “I don’t think I ever met him personally,” the tom said while deep in thought. “But I do think I’ve heard the name and maybe have seen him around town. Perhaps one of my coworkers mentioned him or something…” His tail twitched as he tried to match the name with a face.

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Ves .: When the gray tom across the feline smiled even wider, she couldn't help but do the same. The smile felt good; an upward impression on her lips that felt new, felt comforting. It almost felt sore, really, those muscles being unused for so long. At first her smile was soft, then it slowly grew wider and wider until she was giggling. "I'm sorry, I haven't smiled in so long, it just...feels good." Kithaya mewed. "Y-you don't have to try to remember him! I just...was wondering." She picked up his curiosity and slight thought at trying to pick up who Leif was. Scrunched eyebrows, tight maw...definitely lost in thought. In fact, Kithaya was lost in thought as well, until her stomach grumbled silently. "Hmm...I'm hungry..." She mewed quietly to herself.

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MK/CR: Marshall found himself laughing with Kithaya as her smile turned into a grin like his. “There’s no need to apologize for smiling!” he laughed. “Smiling is good for everyone!” She said something quietly, what was most likely to herself, but his acute hearing still managed to pick it up. The snowshoe was hungry, and when the ex-soldier thought about it, he was hungry too. “Hey,” he started, feeling a slight nervousness build up in his stomach. “How about I buy us dinner?” At this point, the previous grin he had had turned into a sheepish small smile.

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Ves .: Kithaya's ears flipped back against her skull. This tom... She sighed and pushed her mug away, still half full. The light seemed to somewhat grow brighter as the sun sank lower. "I mean, if you want, but you really..." The snowshoe sighed as her stomach rumbled again. It must be because her wound was leeching the energy she put in her stomach. Her paw ran over her healing wound. "I guess so." She mumbled, tugging the drink back to her. The last time she ate with someone was with her shipmates, and prior to that, Leif, but they all went off on their own...somewhere...

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MK/CR: “Alright then!” Marshall exclaimed happily, grin never faltering. However, a tavern didn’t seem like the best place to eat to the tom, he knew of a place that would be a lot better. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t have a great taste for tavern food.” He said with a comical wrinkle of his nose. “But while exploring Highvale one day, I discovered a nice little bakery. It’s actually not too far from here. What do you say? Shall we go there?” He looked to Kithaya hopefully, the atmosphere was much better there and would overall be nicer for something like dinner.

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Ves .: "Oh, uh.." She paused for a moment, staring briefly at her mug and paws, then smiled at the tom. "Sure." Kithaya leaned back, stood, but winced briefly as she did so, her wound bothering her a bit. She brushed over it and flinched, then cleared her throat. "It's nice to know someone who's got a lay of the land...I sure don't." The feline spoke, softly, elegantly. "And I'm also glad it's not far." She muttered quietly, her ears flipping back. She quickly thanked the Tavern Hand and walked toward the entrance to the inn.

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MK/CR: Marshall left a tip on the table for the bar maid before standing up and going over to walk beside Kithaya as they exited the tavern. “I don’t know my way around THAT well.” He admitted, taking the lead of the duo in the stroll towards the bakery. “I just know a few places here and there.” After a short amount of time, they now stood in front of a cozy looking bakery. Upon entering, several tables could be seen, and only a couple of them were occupied by other customers. Along one of the walls sat a case with all of the baked treats on display as well as a cashier with a menu above his head for things that weren’t order ready. Behind that was obviously the kitchen. “Here we are!” Marshall stated. “Feel free to pick what you want, it’s all on me.”

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Ves .: The tip he left was the last thing in Kithaya's peripheral as she exited the tavern, walking alongside the pillar of a feline. At least to her, anyway. Everyone was a pillar to her. "At least you know some bits." She mewed, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. Pause, her brain filtering what to say. "I have no clue where anything is." She waltzed in after him opening the door for her (which was followed by red cheeks and stammering at his gentleman-like behavior, of course), and closed her eyes, dramatically taking in the sweet smells of the tiny store. "Smells good." She said, after a moment to think about what to say next. As he told her to choose freely, she felt heat rising to her cheeks again. "W-wait! No! I can compensate for myself!" Kithaya stumbled through her words, saying whatever popped into her brain the fastest. His behavior was new to her, and the snowshoe found herself reacting in the weirdest ways. When it was clear he wasn't backing down, she sighed, and gazed at the board lightly. "Hmm..."

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MK/CR: The tom rolled his eyes with a grin at her near refusal of his non-deniable offer among other things. It was like she had never come into contact with a kind and polite cat before. She finally accepted that there was no changing his mind, and that made him glad. What a poor excuse of a gentleman he would’ve been if he let a lady pay for herself when it was something he offered in the first place. At the sight of Kithaya looking up at the menu, Marshall did as well, cycling through his options with a discerning gaze. He quickly decided on something for himself. “Take as long as you need to decide on something.” The ex-soldier murmured to her. “Don’t feel rushed, we’ll order when you’re completely ready.” He locked his hands together behind him as he waited patiently, swaying slightly from side to side.

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Ves .: The snowshoe was scrambling for words at his grin. It was like Marshal was enjoying her flustered act. "S-stop smiling at me!" Kithaya stomped her tiny paw and huffed, but was pretty sure that looked ridiculous seeing as he was humongous compared to her. "You shouldn't spend money on me either." She grumbled as the menu became her main thing in sight once more. His remark of 'don't feel rushed' only made her want to choose quicker. "Mmmmm....." Her face scrunched together in concentration, then her eyes rested on her long-forgotten favorite pastry: Danishes. She couldn't have one, but the feline began trembling with excitement and kept her blue eyes locked on the Danish as she point to it, mewing, "Can...can I have this?" Kithaya didn't recognize this emotion...or..she did..it was excitement, something Kithaya hadn't experienced...in a long time. She huffed out at the Danish, and then looked at her paws. What was happening with her?

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MK/CR: The fact that she was getting so mad only amused him more, it was way too cute. Marshall tried to hide his smile by gritting his teeth, but he was completely failing at that. He rolled his eyes again when she asked if she could have the Danish, didn’t he just say that she could pick whatever she wanted. “Of COURSE you can have a Danish!” he mewed enthusiastically, heading up to the counter without another word to place the order. Alongside the Danish, Marshall ordered a couple of muffins for himself and paid the cashier the appropriate amount of money. The ex-soldier was given two baggies in return, one with the Danish and one with the muffins. Turning to face Kithaya, he gestured for her to follow and lead her to a table for two, setting the baggies down on the table and politely pulling out her chair before moving to sit in his own.

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Ves .: Her eyes widened at his exclamation, and Kithaya slowly turned her head and followed his body's fluid motion to the counter with her strong gaze. "But..." To no avail. By the time she had said the word, he was already gesturing to her to follow him. The snowshoe's luscious tail flicked slightly, and she looked down at the ground, huffing and shaking her head before straightening. "Fine..." She grunted, and trudged after him before stopping short she he stood behind her chair. "Wha...what are you doing?!" She waved both of her paws in front of her frantically, stuttering and blushing furiously. "Are you trying to stop me up?!" She breathed, then sat down in the chair slowly, tensing as the chair was slightly pushed in. "Thanks..." She mewed, looking at the wall, her cheeks a soft pink. However, once the danish's smell entered her glands, it took all of the feline's power not to gobble it down.

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MK/CR: With all of Kithaya’s shock about his actions, Marshall’s thoughts were confirmed. She’s most likely never dealt with a gentlemanly cat like him. After he sat down, the tom reached into his bag and got out the muffins he purchased, setting them on top of the bag. The scent of the baked goods hit his nostrils, and it smelled amazing to the ash colored tom. He carefully peeled off the paper bottom before taking a bite, almost melting at how good it tasted. He definitely had to give props to the baker, they know their trade well. Setting the muffin down for a moment, he looked up at Kit. “So,” he said. “How’s the Danish?”

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Ves .: The snowshoe watched as the gray tom in front of her fluidly sank to his chair, then peeled the waxy paper before nibbling on it. Kithaya, however, was halfway done with her Danish, but she had managed not to have any crumbs around her maw. Quite an achievement. She politely swallowed, feeling somewhat inferior to this cat's manners, "It's fantastic. There must be a way I can repay you." She mewed, determined to challenge his etiquette. However the Danish called to her again and she responded, taking another bite out of it quite contentedly. She hadn't had a Danish in a long while, since early January. She smiled at the thoughts, but then remembered there was company, and her smile vanished as soon as it had come.

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MK/CR: “I don’t know where you got the idea that you have to repay me, ‘cause you don’t.” Marshall responded before picking up his muffin and taking a couple more bites. “Just accept this one act of kindness, if you’re capable of doing so.” The tom gave her a cheeky grin before finishing off his first muffin, instantly working on removing the paper from the second one. This muffin is a different flavor than the last one, so he wondered if it would taste just as good. As he bit into it, his wonders got a confirmed ‘yes.’

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Ves .: The cat finished her danish with contentment, and then frowned. "But it's not right. I'll repay you somehow." Kithaya mewed, resting her head on her paw as she watched him eat. "Somehow I don't find myself capable of accepting acts of kindness." The feline smiled teasingly at the tom. This tom completely embarrassed her out of her shell, and so she felt the need to do the same. She wasn't sure WHERE he stood on her scale, whether it be friends or acquaintances. He just stood in the grey in between the two. Kithaya glanced around at the other tables, realizing how close they all seemed. "Avens Warren is so different from Gwellian.." She breathed softly, and smiled, closing her eyes in content.

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MK/CR: “I agree.” Marshall responded, finishing his last muffin and neatly folding up the trash. “Never would I have imagined that there were different sub-breeds of us. But here they are in Avens Warren, Vaenns, Forns, and Notts, who knew?” It was a strange concept for the tom to grasp at first. When the ships arrived to this land and the passengers began to explore, he came into contact with some strange looking cats. Ones with eyes that looked blind but weren’t, others that had gray around the iris, it was quite an anomaly to him and many of his shipmates. After asking around, however, he learned that these cats were different than he was, but normal in their own sub-breed.

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Ves .: "It's awkward for me..." She mewed. It was true. When she arrived, the Forns treated her differently. Soon after, she realized it was because of her height that the Forns treated the snowshoe like a Nott. A Nott, however, would be super kind, which made Kithaya all the more uncomfortable. She just tried to avoid them altogether. "Hey, Marshall." She mewed. "Thanks...for the food." The snowshoe grumbled, then placed her head on her arms, which were resting lightly on the table. The feline smiled vaguely, then spoke softly, "Why are you so nice to me? You barely even know me." However her voice was small, with the Danish being warm and settling and her energy lower than it usually was. She was getting tired, to say the least.

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“You’re welcome.” Marshall accepted the thanks, deciding not to dwell on why it might be awkward for her, though he had an idea of why. He leaned forward slightly to catch all of what Kithaya was saying as her voice grew quieter. It was easy to see she was getting tired. “Why am I so nice to you?” he echoed, remaining silent for a few moments after that. “Well, you haven’t given me a reason to be mean to you, right?” the tom questioned, raising a brow. “I am kind to everyone until they give me a reason not to be. Everyone deserves respect at first, especially a pretty lady like you.” He gave her a soft smile and a wink after he finished the sentence. The ex-soldier then glanced outside, taking note of the darkening sky, they should probably be heading out soon.

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Ves .: "But that doesn't mean I've given you a reason to like me..."She tilted her half-lidded eyes toward the right, leaning her pretty head that way too. But once his compliment reached her ears, she dropped her arms and stared at him, only to get red when he winked and she frowned. "What are you talking about?!" She blurted out, her eyes wide again. But as he looked outside, she did as well, and it was her who asked, "Shall we go?" Her voice became small again, as that last surge of speech drove the energy from her weak body. She shakily stood, yawning. "So tired..." She mewed, rubbing her eye with a paw and holding her cloak close with the other.

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MK/CR: Marshall answered the question of leaving with two words:  “Of course.” He stood up soon after Kithaya, giving a little stretch before padding over to stand by the she-cat. “Mind if I walk you home?” he asked with a twinge of nervousness. “I mean, I know you’re probably very capable of walking home yourself…” he began to ramble. “But it just wouldn’t feel right if I left you to walk alone…” The gray tom lightly grabbed his wrist with the opposite paw, tracing his fingers over the healing wounds that lay there.

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Ves .: "Sure." She mewed at his question, slightly distracted. Her body was shutting down, and she could feel it. She hoped the danish would provide her with at least an hour's worth of energy, but Kithaya got nothing. Her legs were trembling, and she was panting heavily. Jeez, she hadn't felt this bad in a while. It must've been because of all the movement she had don today. "Um..Marshall,"She muttered as she walked out the door, "could you.."She couldn't finish her sentence before she tripped over her own paws, which were barely trudging off of the ground.

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MK/CR: She never did hit the ground. In an instant, Marshall’s soldier instincts kicked in and he quickly wrapped his arms around Kithaya’s upper body, halting her descent without falling himself. “Someone’s a little sleepy, eh?” he commented, grinning. He readjusted his grip and easily picked the snowshoe up into his arms, being careful not to agitate the wound in her side as he held her bridal style. He took several steps away from the bakery so he was no longer blocking the entrance and turned his gaze down towards the she-cat. “Where do you live?” he asked, glancing up and down the road before returning his eyes back to hers.

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Ves .: "Ugh!" Her breath stopped short as another force stopped her falling, and pulled her back. Instead of setting her straight, the tom tossed Kithaya into his arms. It took the snowshoe a moment to register his words, then her face became quite red. "M-Marshall...don't..."she tried to feebly push his chest, only to slump even further under his chin. She took great notice that he was avoiding her wound, and she faintly smiled. "It's..uh...south." She mewed, remembering the position of the sun when she went home several times before. She met his eyes briefly, and then she pulled her cloak closer to herself. "...Thanks, for catching me.."

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MK/CR: “No problem.” Marshall said softly, turning to face the correct direction and started to walk towards Kithaya’s house. He made sure to take smooth strides in order to avoid jostling the she-cat and causing discomfort. “When we get close and you start recognizing things let me know, okay?” The soldier added, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead and the ground below. Occasionally he would steal glances at the she-cat to make sure she was still okay, but that was it.

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Ves .: His deep voice emanated his reply, for which Kithaya was glad he was here. "Just so you know," she mewed, "this is never going to happen again. One time thing." The snowshoe huffed, but sighed. "That's two I owe you." What would she would have done if she had collapsed? No one would've come to help, at least she thought..."Okay..."she murmured softly, however her mind was shutting down. "I'm really tired..."Even the feline was surprised at her own exhaustion. Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes opened and closed. "Hey...do you miss anyone? From Gwellian?" Her snout pressed into his chest, her voice barely made it through his fur, she wasn't sure if he heard, but she would have to wait before she spoke again. Too much and she would be out cold.

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MK/CR: The tom let out a mock-annoyed sigh, all the while still grinning as he walked down the quiet road. “You don’t owe me anything!” he murmured with enthusiasm. “This was the right thing to do. Did you expect me to just leave you on the ground?” Marshall chuckled teasingly. He picked up the question about missing anyone from Gwellian, and his grin died back down to a small smile. “I do, actually.” The soldier said softly. “I miss my mother, but I didn’t lose her during the fall. She died from sickness when I was young. She alone took care of me growing up because my father left before I was born.” It felt strange voicing this to another cat; it was something he rarely did. There were a small fraction of cats who actually knew this part of his past.

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Ves .: "..." She lowered her gaze, frowning slightly, her cheeks a faint red. "No, I didn't.." Her voice came softly, half from embarrassment and half from exhaustion. Her head remained tucked in his chest, right under his head, her eyes fighting to stay open. "Hmm..." Her eyes slowly opened as he spoke, and she smiled. "Family...I have a big...big family.." Kithaya unhinged her head from its original place and gazed at Marshall evenly. "I miss them too." The feline's vision flipped to a familiar looking shop. "We're really close..." She murmured, and then followed by saying, "Take a left here."

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MK/CR: “It must’ve been nice having a big family.” Marshall thought aloud. “I never got to meet any other members of my family; it was just me and my mother. Then…I was alone.” The soldier frowned slightly, but quickly returned to a straight face. His ears perked as Kithaya spoke of being close and made the appropriate left turn down another street. The amount of shops lining the sides dwindled down to none. All of the buildings now consisted of houses.

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Ves .: "They were loud...but yeah..." Kithaya gripped Marshall tighter, smiling softly. "It was nice." The feline's voice was soft, wavering slightly as sleep threatened to overcome her. "We're almost there..." She panted, her bright gaze widening a bit, attempting to process the rest of the houses. "This one.." She leaned her head toward a shabby house, medium in its size. "...I live here with some shipmates of mine, but..." Kit sighed. "I'm pretty sure they're out. And...I hate to ask this of you, Marshall..." Her voice grew to almost a whisper. "But can you help me to my room?"

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MK/CR: The soldier took another turn and proceeded towards the house that was pointed out. When he stepped in front of the door he heard Kithaya ask, albeit very softly, if he could carry her to her room, which he has no problem with doing. “I’d be happy to.” Marshall whispered back his answer. It always felt good to help others in any way, even when it was something simple like taking them to their room. While keeping a firm hold on the snowshoe so she wouldn’t slip, the tom opened the door and stepped inside of the house, closing the door behind him. “You’re going to have to help me for a little bit longer…” he murmured. “Where is your room?”

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Ves .: "Hm." Was all Kit could answer, and when she heard the door click shut, she sighed softly, her eyes mostly closed. "Take a right...up the stairs...second door....left.." The feline gave brief directions, her slumber beginning to affect her speech, seeing as her voice came out as a drawl now. She gripped him even tighter, almost in an iron grip, as if she weren't ever to let go. Kit's vision was blurred, and she sighed. "Marshall...you're going to have to....help me out a little bit longer..as well.." The voice came a little more than a whisper, as she felt the familiar cold of her room. Exhausted, she lost all and total consciousness.

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MK/CR: Marshall felt the small cat’s grip tighten as he carefully ascended the stairs. Counting one door on the left, and then two, he stopped in front of the second one and quietly opened that door, realizing that Kithaya had fallen asleep in the short amount of time it took to get up here. The tom took a step into the room. It took a moment, but eventually his gaze rested on the snowshoe’s bed that sat in there, and he padded towards it. Just seeing it made him realize that he was exhausted as well, the energy all of the sudden starting to seep away from his muscles. He’d be home soon enough. The ex-soldier pulled back the covers and attempted to place the she-cat onto the mattress by kneeling on the bed and gently attempting to pry her off. What he found was that she had him in a vice-like grip. There was no way to get her off of him without accidentally hurting her or waking her up. With tiredness clouding his better judgment, he simply got into Kithaya’s bed while she was still attached to him, being careful not to squish her leg or anything. Marshall stretched his arms out in a more comfortable position (which happened to be draped across Kithaya’s side) as his eyes drooped shut. He mumbled a soft “Goodnight.” Before falling unconscious.
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Skype rp between me and Sweet-Grass. I'll be honest and say we got a little too excited about this group and started this rp early, but it was a lot of fun. Since there are currently no detailed maps of the area, there may be some inaccuracies with the the rp. Sorry! ;o;

*This rp is roughly 6,360 words long.

*There were a couple characters mentioned in the rp that belong to other users, so I will be giving them proper credit.




RoadToFolkvangr © The RtF Staff Team, explicitly 3lectronicAt

Marshall © MysteryKittenThe1st

Kithaya © Sweet-Grass

Jet © Kitsanil

Leif © KalCity
© 2014 - 2024 MysteryKittenThe1st
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Both of you receive 86 schillings and 17 EXP each!