camp BABY LOVE 𓇼 SURPRISE ATTACK!

[shellpaw]

the snow is falling in heavy sheets, layering their dens and stony ledges with blankets of off - white ivory. she watches it for the pink - blue parts of the morning, chin resting grumpily on the soft moss leading out of the nursery. it was cold, colder today somehow ; ice crystallizes in sharp spirals downward, hardens the ground where paws do not tread. each striding warrior kicks up powder snow, muddles it, coats their lower limbs in damp ivory until she can see the dead ground underneath. there is a small patch of dead grass near the freshkill pile, a half - buried, scrawny mouse poking out from the dirt - darkened snow.

she wonders what would happen if the mouse came back to life, hungry for revenge for being brought to them as food. it’s a scary thought, but shellkit was no coward — she imagines herself battling the undead mouse as flakes spiral near her head. she imagines it leaping for her from its burrow in the snow, it’s ashy fur blending with the ground —

it’s a dangerous train of thought, regardless of whether one would expect it to be. it reminds her of times before, when her light coat was complimented, the friendly voices of her clanmates calling her lucky for her muted hues. she could blend right in the snow if she wanted. so she does ; a slow creep outside that has her skin rawing with the force of icy gusts. she makes her way to the small bank of snow near the pile, looks left, right. tiny paws scoop icy earth quick and clumsily until she can spot herself into it and flatten, sinking into the thick snow. it’s warmer under here, somehow. more falls overhead, coats her back and soon, she is turning white, that broken shell of color over her face paling. only an occasional wheeze, a wet sniffle could give her away.

she was going to do something cool, something awe - inspiring. something stealthy. though she is small, so was eelpaw, and she was an apprentice. smokestar would look at her and say wow, what a talent, we should hold a ceremony riiiight now..

when someone comes by, she aims to launch a pawstep or two, paws outstretched to pap wildly at passing paws. she falls onto her flank in the process, pink nose bright red from the cold with a gasping, stuffy, ” GOT you! “

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𓇼 𝙎𝙊 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙊 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘿

• i. JUMPSCARE! prompt — shellkit wanders out into the camp on a day when the snow is heaviest, flattening herself amongst the layers of white and realizing she is small enough to be perfectly hidden in a matter of minutes!
  
  
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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING xx UNKNOWN, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. TWO MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  delicate lilac - striped molly with sugarplum eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of shell - touched cream, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore. feather breath and elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined warm, sugared amber ---------- ° ❀ ⋆
  

  currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.

  
  

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[maplepaw.]

a tiny shiver runs through the apprentice as she moves through camp. she was young, and her fur short, but she envied the pelts of a thicker coat that could traverse the cold like nothing and brush off the snow like nothing. she knew she wasn't he only one that wished for a heavier coat during the winter times.

the air seemed to always be tense anymore, loner horns, ripple colonists- it made it harder every day this continued. should she stay? was she welcomed?

her thoughts were quick to disperse, as suddenly the snow lurched and paws grabbed at and outstretched to bap her pacing ones. "Hey-" she yelped out in surprise, before grinning mischievously and rolling over onto her side towards the pale coated kitten aiming to miss her by just a few hair lengths. "Ya did!" A purr escaped the molly, though worry filled her sage eyes at the sniffling form of the kitten.

"Are- Shellkit, ya gotta be careful! Yer so cold!" She said in a soft tone. Her fur was covered in the snow that caked up in her fur. How long had the girl been sitting there? The apprentice would roll back over, and She'd attempt to run a paw over Shellkit to brush off the snow in hopes it might warm her up just a bit. If declined, she'd offer instead for the child to shake her fur out in a soft tone.

"I don't want ya getting sick!"


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[LILYBLOOM.]

A bitter chill hung in the air as Lilybloom milled about camp, gathering supplies to bring to the elders. She didn't really much care for the snow. She didn't hate it by any means but it made swimming and fishing far more difficult when this type of weather was about.

The tortoiseshell warrior has just returned from leaving her supplies with the elders when she walks past Maplepaw and Shellkit. The latter looked as if she had been batting at the apprentice's paws, yelling that she had gotten her. "My, what a fierce little warrior we have here, Maplepaw!" She chuckled, smiling at the paint of them. It was nice to see Maplepaw not only being a good sport about things but also noting that she needed to be careful. "Maplepaw is right," Lilybloom said, looking down at Shellkit. "You wouldn't want to get a cold."​

 

[RIVERPAW]

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝   Shellkit is stupid sometimes. Being out of the nursery, in the snow, after all of this. Stupid Shellkit making him worry. Stupid worrying in general.

But Riverkit, some may ask, aren't you also out in the snow?

That's hardly important.

He truds through the snow (that is a word, trud) with his thick fur dusted in snow and a subtle pounce to each step. A little hop to better clear the soft top layer. Though some of the queens say that they are growing up so fast, he doesn't think that's all that true. Not when he's so far from warrior-sized. And if he feels small, Shellkit is especially small. She shouldn't be out here. But where is she? The kit's mouth opens to query a passing warrior, even though a guilty part of him worries that it will sound a great and terrible alarm, that the camp will turn upside down searching for her. And she'd probably be somewhere obvious. That was what sisters do, it seems. But he'd rather them worry than not worry, so he gets out a single syllable, a cut little h– before the snow absolutely shatters.

Riverkit is not at the scene of the crime directly, and he still makes an indignant, fearful sound at the surprise of it all. He would never admit it, but she was quite good at hiding in plain sight.

"SHELLKIT!" he yells in his best impersonation of angry Smokestar, trying, no, demanding to be heard. As a kitten, he obviously fails. "You're gonna be in so much trouble when I tell Hazecloud!"

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𓇼 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀

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• 𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟  𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐓. HE ╱ THEY. KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x ﹖ NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a messy blue tabby with low white. though small and slimmed down by the chill, riverkit's thick coat will bounce back with time and love. the fragility beneath his fur will dissipate with time. though currently stocky as most kittens are, he will gain some semblance of delicate stature with age. with a steady diet, riverkit may begin to fit into the clan he's so proudly named for.

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