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residing in moonbeam's den for her final kithood month had been as untimely as it had been unfortunate. her first nest alone had been her sick one, herb - laden and smelling already of mint to mask the scent of death her fever wrought ( memory and dream intermix, though ; she still couldn't tell which that was ). it felt too large, larger still as she thinned, withered to something like the husks of insect that fall from the willows in newleaf's cooling winds. to be able to roll it into a ball and discard it had been as much a breath of air as any physical one, a weight lifted from still rigid shoulders, something she ambled to rush at once her fate as lichentail's apprentice is sealed. a new one is threaded with a diligence that keeps her silent while the sun leans downwards, painting the sky in vivid hues of orange and indigo when she finally, finally tucks the final cygnet feather into the mass of greenery she'd created. a smattering of pebbles and shells lie atop it, gifts from her clanmates and kin.
she lifts finally an alabaster shadow, excitement is still strong, electric as she finds her brothers and an imploring to come, come. the time was here, to finally make her place as a paw. it was time to move.
cavernous is the apprentices den to one who's only dreamed of it ; wide - eyed wonder billows heavy lids open, her bedding coming to drag the nest - dotted floor as she furthers inside. it is larger than the nursery, not so open as moonbeam's den had been.. a comfortable thing, far warmer, bustling with life and apprentices grown far larger than she. hatchwoven from reed and layered over with a smattering of moss. there is bustle of life inside, the comings and goings of warriors in training gleaming her gaze alight when they fly back to find where her kin had hopefully followed.
โ where's, um.. your nests? โ she wonders briefly where bubblepaw's nest was, or turtlepaw's.. she wonders where pinekit's would be when she received her name, and if this place would truly feel like home to shellpaw by then. if it would feel as warm as it had been by hazecloud's side, if it would bring her a lulling comfort at the end of her day. anticipation bubbles into nervousness in her stomach but she is ready, she is ready. the ghost of a smile passes her face, leaning towards her brother with her chin tilted slightly upwards ( she detests this, briefly ; she would find her growth spurt soon, she just knew it ), โ we can sleep beside eachother and, uh, we can.. hang out together, not in camp. as apprentices. do you think, um.. do you -- " an abrupt stop, heaving in a breath that furls her chest. a soft pant of exertion. she swallows hard.. only to flicker back to life, a dreamy smile coming to soften her hazy russet gaze, โ do you think lichentail will tell foxtail and salmonshade to patrol with us soon? we could all be together and, and it'd be.. soo fun.. "
she lifts finally an alabaster shadow, excitement is still strong, electric as she finds her brothers and an imploring to come, come. the time was here, to finally make her place as a paw. it was time to move.
cavernous is the apprentices den to one who's only dreamed of it ; wide - eyed wonder billows heavy lids open, her bedding coming to drag the nest - dotted floor as she furthers inside. it is larger than the nursery, not so open as moonbeam's den had been.. a comfortable thing, far warmer, bustling with life and apprentices grown far larger than she. hatchwoven from reed and layered over with a smattering of moss. there is bustle of life inside, the comings and goings of warriors in training gleaming her gaze alight when they fly back to find where her kin had hopefully followed.
โ where's, um.. your nests? โ she wonders briefly where bubblepaw's nest was, or turtlepaw's.. she wonders where pinekit's would be when she received her name, and if this place would truly feel like home to shellpaw by then. if it would feel as warm as it had been by hazecloud's side, if it would bring her a lulling comfort at the end of her day. anticipation bubbles into nervousness in her stomach but she is ready, she is ready. the ghost of a smile passes her face, leaning towards her brother with her chin tilted slightly upwards ( she detests this, briefly ; she would find her growth spurt soon, she just knew it ), โ we can sleep beside eachother and, uh, we can.. hang out together, not in camp. as apprentices. do you think, um.. do you -- " an abrupt stop, heaving in a breath that furls her chest. a soft pant of exertion. she swallows hard.. only to flicker back to life, a dreamy smile coming to soften her hazy russet gaze, โ do you think lichentail will tell foxtail and salmonshade to patrol with us soon? we could all be together and, and it'd be.. soo fun.. "
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i. please wait for either @PEBBLEPAW or @RIVERPAW < 333
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frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.SHELLPAW ๐ SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENTAIL ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TOSMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS-----------------ยฐ โ โshe is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted 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 rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
