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since her return, shes uttered little more than wheezing breath and absent, childlike whimsy โ hollow - mindest seemingly more preoccupied with the thoughts surely spinning like swan feathers in her mind, circling her skull in wild loops. her slow, lily lunged rasp seeming wetter as the weather warmed. she thaws, leafbare borne and built only for the frost that sheโd been delivered in, meeting her first breath in the bitter wastelands outside riverclan territory. sheโs aware of what that means more now than ever, the child supposes ; born abandoned and abandoned they should have stayed. her mother was not what she and her littermates had thought her to be and yet still, knowing that didnโt work to ease the ache she still feels when thinking about her. she doesnโt feel that with hazecloud โ doesnโt feel the need to tuck her tail, stare silent and stony until told otherwise. as they collect the stones that long ago, lichentail had assigned she and her brothers to place, she finds a scrap of voice left in her. sudden ; cutting the silence like a songbird.
โ i feel sad. โ she begins, ruddy gaze cast down towards the pebbles underpaw โ they turn over neatly against her pads, gleaming offwhite against the still - healing surface. she is still new to this world, even in her moons lived, feeling lifetimes beyond her littermates in only days. her start is clunky, but precise, spoken with a kitlike whisper of hesitance. hazecloud had always encouraged her to speak her mind, her truths, but shellkit was.. afraid, now. unsure. about herself, mostly โ her place, the glares that still linger on her and her littermates. less so now that leafbare had begun to relinquish its grip on them, but still caught in bitter side - eyes. guilt. after a pregnant pause, she continues with a breathy croak, โ when i, um.. think about my mom. โ
rosen eyes stay shifted downward, busying her paws with the pebbles underpaw as if it were the most important task sheโd been assigned. she wished it was, โ she was scary. i wished she โ wouldnโt be, like how riverkit and pebblekit wanted. but she was. โ sheโd never experienced such carelessness for her sake. nothing so barbed, and certainly not so draped in syrupy, oversaturated love. watery eyes do not tear further, ever bleary from running sinuses, but there is a tinge of sadness to her unwavering expression, downturned as it was towards the ground. when she continues, it is with a kittish pout โ a warbling edge, like a child scorned. a confession, hidden beneath the youthful matter of fact statement of, โ you know if, uh โ you were my real life mom, like twinklekit and horizonkit and eveningkit get to have, i donโt think anything bad would have happened. โ and why couldnโt she have been? she could have been normaler, and she wouldnโt have felt so awful. it wouldnโt have been all her fault anymore.
โ i feel sad. โ she begins, ruddy gaze cast down towards the pebbles underpaw โ they turn over neatly against her pads, gleaming offwhite against the still - healing surface. she is still new to this world, even in her moons lived, feeling lifetimes beyond her littermates in only days. her start is clunky, but precise, spoken with a kitlike whisper of hesitance. hazecloud had always encouraged her to speak her mind, her truths, but shellkit was.. afraid, now. unsure. about herself, mostly โ her place, the glares that still linger on her and her littermates. less so now that leafbare had begun to relinquish its grip on them, but still caught in bitter side - eyes. guilt. after a pregnant pause, she continues with a breathy croak, โ when i, um.. think about my mom. โ
rosen eyes stay shifted downward, busying her paws with the pebbles underpaw as if it were the most important task sheโd been assigned. she wished it was, โ she was scary. i wished she โ wouldnโt be, like how riverkit and pebblekit wanted. but she was. โ sheโd never experienced such carelessness for her sake. nothing so barbed, and certainly not so draped in syrupy, oversaturated love. watery eyes do not tear further, ever bleary from running sinuses, but there is a tinge of sadness to her unwavering expression, downturned as it was towards the ground. when she continues, it is with a kittish pout โ a warbling edge, like a child scorned. a confession, hidden beneath the youthful matter of fact statement of, โ you know if, uh โ you were my real life mom, like twinklekit and horizonkit and eveningkit get to have, i donโt think anything bad would have happened. โ and why couldnโt she have been? she could have been normaler, and she wouldnโt have felt so awful. it wouldnโt have been all her fault anymore.
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i. @hazecloud u know when a kid brings up the most abysmal horrible to respond to topics out of absolutely nowhere
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frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes..SHELLKIT ๐ SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING xx UNKNOWN, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. THREE MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.----------ยฐ โ โ
currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.