- Jan 12, 2023
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she is not chosen to attend the gathering this moon. there is a simmering disappointment obvious in her, even as the chosen patrol begin to stretch their legs for the long venture towards fourtrees. in her apprentice months, she'd had the honor of attending each one, should her health allow . . tonight would be different. tonight, she was a warrior, and no longer had a place at her mother's heel. it's a strange feeling, a turn of near - rejection in her belly, expression still as ever despite the way her eyes layer heavy gaze upon the gathering cats. she doesnt understand how the curiosity does not kill them, the burning intrigue she is sure would keep her awake until their midnight return.
shellpool hovers near her cousin as he prepares to venture into the deep dark, watches the treeline as it dims from a heated orange to a cool, bruised purple - blue and feels the sting of it grow beneath gently curled pelt until finally, her head lulls towards loveburn. nearly resting on his angular shoulder, amber eyes gleaming damp and doelike in the moon's harsh glow, " you'll tell me everything, wont you? " flutterbeat murmur, imploring, " i want to know if flamestar . . made good on her promise. " how was shadowclan faring? the thinks of gigglepaw and worries, albeit distantly ; outsiders so often would face a miserable fate, especially those so far removed from the stars.
apprentices run, tumble about at her paws, excitement sparking their paws enough for a smile to twitch the serene edge of her maw. they are nearly ready to leave -- the anticipation is palpable, even through her own selfish grief. it makes her think of pebbletails apprentice, of gladefrost's aging daughter . . and after a beat, she seeks to find her amongst the little patrol. she'd always been shier than the rest, and should she spot her, the molly leans her swanlike neck down towards her with a whisper of, " are you excited, ryepaw? before you go, i have . . something for you . . " shellpool tilts her head back, takes a smooth bundle of lotus petals from her own fur, and aims to place one gently in the lilac fur at her ear. settling back after a moment, heavy lidded eyes would blink slow observation down at her, warm with nostalgia, " there . . pretty as a peony. be good for pebbletail, promise? " as if she wouldn't be. her mother . . would be so proud of her. she prays the molly would walk alongside her tonight, to be able to hear her name cast to the moon before the clans ; something she'd been so robbed of in life.
shellpool hovers near her cousin as he prepares to venture into the deep dark, watches the treeline as it dims from a heated orange to a cool, bruised purple - blue and feels the sting of it grow beneath gently curled pelt until finally, her head lulls towards loveburn. nearly resting on his angular shoulder, amber eyes gleaming damp and doelike in the moon's harsh glow, " you'll tell me everything, wont you? " flutterbeat murmur, imploring, " i want to know if flamestar . . made good on her promise. " how was shadowclan faring? the thinks of gigglepaw and worries, albeit distantly ; outsiders so often would face a miserable fate, especially those so far removed from the stars.
apprentices run, tumble about at her paws, excitement sparking their paws enough for a smile to twitch the serene edge of her maw. they are nearly ready to leave -- the anticipation is palpable, even through her own selfish grief. it makes her think of pebbletails apprentice, of gladefrost's aging daughter . . and after a beat, she seeks to find her amongst the little patrol. she'd always been shier than the rest, and should she spot her, the molly leans her swanlike neck down towards her with a whisper of, " are you excited, ryepaw? before you go, i have . . something for you . . " shellpool tilts her head back, takes a smooth bundle of lotus petals from her own fur, and aims to place one gently in the lilac fur at her ear. settling back after a moment, heavy lidded eyes would blink slow observation down at her, warm with nostalgia, " there . . pretty as a peony. be good for pebbletail, promise? " as if she wouldn't be. her mother . . would be so proud of her. she prays the molly would walk alongside her tonight, to be able to hear her name cast to the moon before the clans ; something she'd been so robbed of in life.

- ooc. talking to @Ryepaw and @LOVEBURN but no need to wait < 3
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SHELLPOOL . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓆝 ࿐ SHE / HER, 14☽s OLD. WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN ; HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR. SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS
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frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
LIVING WITH LONGTERM ILLNESS ; always exhibiting the symptoms of a lingering cold, most notably a runny nose and eyes. not contagious unless specified otherwise.