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as dusk stretches slow over a camp streaked heavenly purple - blue with the ever moving ripple of river water, shellkit finds herself twined with familiarly mottled fur in a game of journey ; pinekit claiming iciclefang quick enough for swan - high voices to tangle with her own eager claim of hazecloud. they are engrossed as only children can be, all star - laden eyes and inappropriately - voiced mockeries of skyclan's heroism because kittypets were kittypets. they are just to the part where hazecloud and iciclefang fight off a giant bird so none of the other journey - goers fall down ( a newly added detail to a tale spun too lightly ) when the smell of something harsh and tarlike begins to twitch at shellkit's anemic pink nose. she wrinkles her short alabaster muzzle in visible distaste, exaggerated to chip away the stone - laden expression ever set across her dove - cracked face,” pinekit, ewww.. “ songbird whine, a touch petulant because really, she couldnt have waited until after they'd taken down the giant, cat - gobbling avian that threatened riverclan's collective return home..
it's an accusation that's short - lived, however. somewhere far away, something black begins to rise high in the air. its smoggy, like mist but marred the color of starless night. shellkit blinks doleful eyes incredulously, peeling herself away from her playmates side to tumble towards the tall grass nearest the shore. like a real, careful warrior. across the way, far beyond where riverclan wades into the shallows to collect their shells and trinkets, there was a figure ; nothing like in her dreams, nothing so blue - splotched, familiar and unfamiliar at the same awful time. no.. this thing was upright. there was a large, wide sort of shell on it's head and a long, silver stick in its paw that glinted off the sun's light. it looked so small from here -- tiny, like the arch of a single brittle claw from her ever - trembling paws. shellkit blinks, eyes a fraction wider than their usual low, heavy - lidded droop, ” what is that ugly thing? “ she whispers, stage - dramatic where she crouches behind the rattling thimble - like leaves of a cattail, hoping pinekit had still trailed kitlike in her shadow, ” and what do you think its.. um, even doing..? why does it keep poking the water with that.. stick.. “
its stick, which the creature seemed to be rather angry with. it whirls the thing above its shell - shaped head and holds it still over the water before falling unmoving. shellkit frowns, wheezing a willowy, ” its.. going to make the fish so angry.. “ and if that didn't, its stench would.
it's an accusation that's short - lived, however. somewhere far away, something black begins to rise high in the air. its smoggy, like mist but marred the color of starless night. shellkit blinks doleful eyes incredulously, peeling herself away from her playmates side to tumble towards the tall grass nearest the shore. like a real, careful warrior. across the way, far beyond where riverclan wades into the shallows to collect their shells and trinkets, there was a figure ; nothing like in her dreams, nothing so blue - splotched, familiar and unfamiliar at the same awful time. no.. this thing was upright. there was a large, wide sort of shell on it's head and a long, silver stick in its paw that glinted off the sun's light. it looked so small from here -- tiny, like the arch of a single brittle claw from her ever - trembling paws. shellkit blinks, eyes a fraction wider than their usual low, heavy - lidded droop, ” what is that ugly thing? “ she whispers, stage - dramatic where she crouches behind the rattling thimble - like leaves of a cattail, hoping pinekit had still trailed kitlike in her shadow, ” and what do you think its.. um, even doing..? why does it keep poking the water with that.. stick.. “
its stick, which the creature seemed to be rather angry with. it whirls the thing above its shell - shaped head and holds it still over the water before falling unmoving. shellkit frowns, wheezing a willowy, ” its.. going to make the fish so angry.. “ and if that didn't, its stench would.
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i. a surprise thread for u.... there's a twoleg fishing far down the opposite shore of camp with a small fire going. wtf its interrupting their game?? backwritten before her sickies for prompts <3 strange lights are seen at night once more, further investigation shows the twolegs are returning to the territory once more to make their fires and build temporary nests (tents). @Pinekit ⭒ splake spot for bingo..
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frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. SIX MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS--------------------------------------------° ❀ ⋆
currently HIGHLY INFECTIOUS WITH WHITECOUGH. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.
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