DEVOTING FULL TIME TO FLOATING 𓆟 PINEKIT

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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.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

• 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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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. SIX MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS -------------------------------------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush in a way seemingly similar to hazecloud's. 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.
  

  currently HIGHLY INFECTIOUS WITH WHITECOUGH. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinekit played the best Iciclefang, naturally. Though, the she-kit would never let the molly herself see the child’s exaggerated impression of her mothers chilled demeanor.
With a shake of her haunches, Pinekit prepared a truly legendary pounce, overactive imagination drumming up a distorted image of something big and feathery out of a nearby cattail.
She turns to call out to “Hazecloud,” but it’s abruptly cut off by a melodolic whine.
Pinekit, ewww..
Confused, and immediately on the defense, Pinekit comes to a rigid stance, features already pinched with protest.
“What d’ya mean ‘ew?’” The child demands, her words thorny sharp compared to the dove whistle of Shellkit’s.
As the words fly from her maw, she is suddenly smacked with the strange, acrid scent her denmate had blamed her for.
Before there is even a need to fight off the accusation, a charcoaled plume of something rises in a golden peripheral at the moment it does her play-mates.
Shellkit stumbles away, disappearing into the tall grass with an equally intrigued Pinekit on her pale heels.
Not quite as observant as her companion, Pinekit almost missed the figure in the distance, it’s the gleam of a silvered stick that reveals the unfamiliar entity.
“It’s a monster!” The child hisses, but she does not lean into the shelter of the foliage, no- she needs to get closer
Her neck cranes as she shuffles forward, trying to get a better view of the strange creature with its stick.
Shellkit asks what she thinks it’s doing, and Pinekit shakes her head, stumped.
“I dunno, but I don’t like it…” If she really were Iciclefang, she’d swim right across this river and chase it out of her home.
Throwing a freckled nose over her shoulder, Pinekit looks back towards Shellkit with furrowed brows.
“We should try to get a better look at it’s ugly mug…” Trailing off in thought, Pinekit steps further through the grass, careful not to accidentally fall through. Perhaps if she could just get a better look at the shore-line…

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[shellpaw]

the gentle sound of pitter - patter paws at her heel announces pinekit's quick approach, an ear swiveling in her direction as she clambers into the reed aside her. tender paws tangle deep in the everdamp greenery, coat of cygnet alabaster and mottled tortoiseshell hazed in a shroud of tendril fine mist. she imagines they are hazecloud and iciclefang still, peering out at a monster they'd never seen before ; too big and too ugly to comprehend at first. its a monster! pinekit spits, and shellkit dips her head into the greenery with a sly,” yeeeah. its a.. a evil beast.. “ big and flat - face, flabby pink skin glowing a pale yellow against the pale orange glint of sunset. she pictures it growling and snarling, arcs her spine and fluffs up her own fur to match. then, though, the girl is moving ; ruddy eyes watch her toddle closer to the shore, moves after her instinctively because she was little and shouldn't go alone. her words make intentions clear, something harsher than the protective ring of play they'd been nestled in. reality. reality was dangerous, unwound in stardust and threaded with fate, often more cruel that a young mind could comprehend without.. seeing it.

but shellkit had never been one to silence her tongue, soft and feather - fragile as it was ; her brothers hadn't allowed it. frozen river princess, graced with guards at her side inherent on giving her anything she pleased. alabaster paws find the shore, loops the kit with a flourish of her lilac tail in a way she hopes redirects her towards the reed again, ” nooo, i think.. “ she says, low and conspiratorially because the thing was big. she thinks of stories perilous, of hounds with dripping teeth and baying maws, the snap of death that's touched her consciousness too early. a game, still, but one that wouldn't end poorly. she thinks of her mother's scars, takes her mindset again with a low, ” we should be stealthy.. because its big.. and dumb, probably. trust me. “ she lift her chin, eyes sheening with promise fierce in her gaze, ” im named for my, um, sneaking. “ haze. quiet like smog over the river, she'd been told. she flattens herself when she gets close, holds her tail in a hover at her heels, ” lets keep on eye on it from the sedge. we can -- we can see how dangerous it is, and tell the rest of the group. you.. iciclefang can lead them back and, attack it sooo hard.. “

just then, a small splash sounds -- the silver stick lifts and out pops a fish. big, silver and squirming beneath it. it seemed connected, but she couldn't see how ; eyes blow uncharacteristically wide, a paw coming to pap towards where pinekit was as if she couldn't hear the water herself. she bristles, outraged, ” hey! its stealing! “

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. SIX MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS -------------------------------------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush in a way seemingly similar to hazecloud's. 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.
  

  currently HIGHLY INFECTIOUS WITH WHITECOUGH. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- An evil beast her playmate hums from nearby, and Pinekit nods, squinting against the setting sun. The things that drape its body look rough and worn, flappy against its ugly, twisted stature. Ew. It smells, and it’s an obscene presence in her usually gentle, tranquil home. Pinekit is too focused on the thing across the river, she doesn’t notice the way sunken eyes cloud with disapproval, spark with conspiracy. A primrose tail feathers around Pinekit, guiding alabaster forepaws away from her view of the strange creature. Expectant honey hues turn to Shellkit, doubt creasing at juvenile features. Stealthy she murmurs, trust me.
If Shellkit wasn’t older than her- or was a silly sibling or cousin, perhaps Pinekit would argue that her straight-forward, no nonsense plan was the right way to go. Perhaps it’s something about the fragile thrum in her denmates tone, the low assurance in her voice. Pinekit nods, “stealthy…” she echoes, before Shellkit’s plan is quickly revealed. It sounded as though it made enough sense, and she could lead the attack. The lines of make believe and reality blurred for a fleeting moment, and Pinekit’s stance straightened with a earnest seriousness.
Splash! Shellkit’s outcry is a heartbeat too late as Pinekit watches a fish be plucked from their river, a fish that could have been in her belly tonight.
“M’gonna kick its tail!” Whether or not the thing actually had one wasn’t important, not when the brindled she-kit was already springing from her place in the grass, keeping her low crouch all the way back to the rivers edge. Haunches wiggle, as though she may actually try and leap all the way across the river. She doesn’t, though- instead pausing to look at her willowy playmate with an unsure frown. “…How are we gonna kick its tail?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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