- Jan 12, 2023
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shrouded in the evening glow, shellkit wastes lily soft into the earth. watercolor blues fade to a rich, bleeding indigo through the sedge overhead, the first blink of pinprick stars beginning to peer back at her with pity. as if entertaining the child constellations beam bright, the night grown cool to all but her. the heat long taken over, flooded her veins with wildfire that couldn't be doused by honey or lavender. she can't move, not anymore ; every inch of her aches, runs ragged and damp with fever, a scattering of half - dried mossballs dotting the outskirts of a nest grown old with paws too frightened to touch the used greenery. frightened paws, frightened eyes, frightened voices. they seemed to know something she didn't. something they didn't want to tell her.
she doesn't think she can feel fear the same as everyone else.
she faces the otherworld with a sense of inevitability ; finality, introduced roughly to the idea of death and never able to shake its threaded hold. she feels fear like a low simmer, like something to be hidden. she feels her strength sap with each gasping breath, each flutter of her flank like a fish beached, but it was okay. she supposed it had to be okay, didn't it? the fear churns her belly but only as much as a first patrol wouldve, or her apprentice ceremony wouldve. a nervous fear, a tremble in sure paws ; she supposed she wasn't scared of succumbing, not so much anymore. she just didn't want to go alone -- didn't want to leave her siblings, her moms, the clan that raised her. didn't want to be the kit that ran away after she was gone, wanted to prove that she was able, that she was strong. but time was not kind, not for her or any of those lost in her short span of existence ; time was cruel, and had to end. time would not wait on the wants of a kit not meant to survive her first winter.
a sneeze wracks her body hard enough for her body to seize into a harsh curl, a whooping gasp sending her gaze flying towards the exit again. the moon brightens, brightens, forms into something pink - etched and round - eared, lunar glow ruffling into a pale lit pelt. shellkit blinks, blinks again, writhes her paws against the moss sluggishly, β moonpaw.. β her voice crackles, willow - breathed and dilated eyes grown grimy with mucus, unsure of how much time had passed since the albino molly had been in front of her. it feels like days, it feels like seconds ; she speaks as though she already had been, engaged in a dreamlike babbling towards the medic's hazy figure, β do you think.. that, um.. β she stops, hacks something ugly and weak onto the moss, spittle clinging to her maw despite the way her maw gapes on a brittle, desperate pant. speaking was hard. speaking was near impossible, but she had to -- she had to know.
β do you think.. i will see snowflakekit soon? β it would be beautiful, she thinks. she hopes, prays they would play on the beams of moonlight that sends him down to her. she wonders if she can bat the stars at him like a mossball, wonders if she would be able to catch her breath when she does. ruddy eyes flutter, butterfly tender where they fix on moonpaw on a slow, sticky blink. moonpaw, moonpaw, with her sad eyes and mouthful of herbs shellkit can't quite place, β will it.. do you know, if it will hurt? β worse than this?
she doesn't think she can feel fear the same as everyone else.
she faces the otherworld with a sense of inevitability ; finality, introduced roughly to the idea of death and never able to shake its threaded hold. she feels fear like a low simmer, like something to be hidden. she feels her strength sap with each gasping breath, each flutter of her flank like a fish beached, but it was okay. she supposed it had to be okay, didn't it? the fear churns her belly but only as much as a first patrol wouldve, or her apprentice ceremony wouldve. a nervous fear, a tremble in sure paws ; she supposed she wasn't scared of succumbing, not so much anymore. she just didn't want to go alone -- didn't want to leave her siblings, her moms, the clan that raised her. didn't want to be the kit that ran away after she was gone, wanted to prove that she was able, that she was strong. but time was not kind, not for her or any of those lost in her short span of existence ; time was cruel, and had to end. time would not wait on the wants of a kit not meant to survive her first winter.
a sneeze wracks her body hard enough for her body to seize into a harsh curl, a whooping gasp sending her gaze flying towards the exit again. the moon brightens, brightens, forms into something pink - etched and round - eared, lunar glow ruffling into a pale lit pelt. shellkit blinks, blinks again, writhes her paws against the moss sluggishly, β moonpaw.. β her voice crackles, willow - breathed and dilated eyes grown grimy with mucus, unsure of how much time had passed since the albino molly had been in front of her. it feels like days, it feels like seconds ; she speaks as though she already had been, engaged in a dreamlike babbling towards the medic's hazy figure, β do you think.. that, um.. β she stops, hacks something ugly and weak onto the moss, spittle clinging to her maw despite the way her maw gapes on a brittle, desperate pant. speaking was hard. speaking was near impossible, but she had to -- she had to know.
β do you think.. i will see snowflakekit soon? β it would be beautiful, she thinks. she hopes, prays they would play on the beams of moonlight that sends him down to her. she wonders if she can bat the stars at him like a mossball, wonders if she would be able to catch her breath when she does. ruddy eyes flutter, butterfly tender where they fix on moonpaw on a slow, sticky blink. moonpaw, moonpaw, with her sad eyes and mouthful of herbs shellkit can't quite place, β will it.. do you know, if it will hurt? β worse than this?
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i. @Moonpaw :(
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frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.SHELLKIT π SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TOSMOKESTAR. SIX MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS--------------------------------------------Β° β β
currently HIGHLY INFECTIOUS WITH WHITECOUGH. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.