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โ and it's peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe ; no need to pray, no need to speak. now i am under all and it's breaking over me, a thousand miles down to the sea bed โ FOUND THE PLACE TO REST MY HEAD. โ
never let me go, FLORENCE & THE MACHINE .
a small, flower laden girl of dove - ribboned curls and fishbone alabaster, all shuddering breaths and rheumy rosen eyes. born frost fragile and seemingly worn with time not yet spent, often biding her time with whimsy and superstition ; to be found most often babbling lyrically along with the whispering brooks, or praying for rain along riverclan's pebbled shores.
SHELLPAW, cisgender, she & her pronouns. riverclan.
โคท named prefix shell- by smokestar in reference to her light lilac striping as a kit, with -paw indicating her ranking.
APPRENTICED TO : lichenstar as of 05 / 04 / 2024, inexperienced.LICHENSTAR x HAZECLOUD ; biological kin branches to the loner lands and the redwater rogue group.
daughter of smokestarโs estranged sister and a passing rogue, born on the outskirts of riverclan territory and abandoned in the fresh snow. littermate to pebblepaw and riverpaw, adopted sister to horizonkit, eveningkit and twinklekit.
PLAYLIST, PINTEREST 
frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes โก า เผ smells like salt and water blooms. she is born small. while the characteristics of her lineage remain partially concealed, she had been gifted a body built for swimming. stout and water - repellant, with broad shoulders blanketed in thick locks of long, downy fur. ribbons of lilac stripe across her back, splashed with alabaster up to her broad features. from her earliest days, shell has been relatively inexpressive. a passive, heavy - lidded gaze and maw set in a fine line for the duration of her kithood. for this reason, she would be seen as odd, should she not follow close in her uncleโs general resting face. her eyes are sharp almond in shape, a bloodlet amber burning in deep, warm irises.
โณ longhaired lilac tabby / lilac solid with high white and deep amber eyes. generation two ; carrying solid, shorthair, vitiligo and non-silver. able to carry kits, breeds as longhaired lilac tabby with high white.
design notes : expression is entirely in the eyes. small but thick with fluff. short muzzled with long, wild cheek fur. anemic pale, pinkish purple extremities.
KINDLING'S TRAITS xx SIRE'S TRAITS.
design notes : expression is entirely in the eyes. small but thick with fluff. short muzzled with long, wild cheek fur. anemic pale, pinkish purple extremities.
โ positive: dutiful, soft - spoken, indomitable, poised, empathetic neutral: whimsical, superstitious, unexpressive, ritualistic, crafty negative: easily irritated, selective, sharp - tongued, maladaptive เญจเญง
she is born a strange thing ; frosted, eyes bleary and glued closed yet leaking still with a sickness in her chest. still alive, still breathing, despite its rasping bubble of a sound. a soft, fighting creature, a brittle call that finds her home. she is born with clear disadvantage ; loud breath and shaking limbs and yet she survives. a tuft of frost - laden lilac persevering through a harsh leafbare. much like her moniker expresses. shell expresses very little โ not so grumpily stone - eyed and tired as her uncle, but heavy - lidded, unflinching in the face. a dreamlike state, something breathy and whimsical, haze - eyed beyond their rheumy sheen. a no - nonsense type, they will joke, just like her kin before her. they say this, and do not know what kin she had ; she is an empty slate, marred by outsider blood, and she feels the eyes of her clanmates on her like flies to a carcass. she finds trouble, is what theyโll say when she branches out too early, leaving rules and restrictions in the dust and praying that will make up for the lack of purity in her blood.
for the beginning of shellโs life, she is considered somewhat untouchable. a heavy wind could sweep her from her paws, dreary - eyed daughter of the deputy somehow also star - crossed, river - royalty both in blood and kin. she is not so much a quiet kit as she is soft - spoken, speaking ever in quick, frantic whispers interspaced with breathy, air - gulping gasps. she's a tongue too sharp for her age, imitating hazecloud enough to find her voice despite its inherent weakness.. whether she knows the weight of her words or not. she is strangely ritualistic in the way she courses the shores ; aflutter for rain, for fish scales, shells and or trinkets to earn favor of the river and the voices just beyond it, protected against their sudden and terrible wrath.
while shell is born with a rattle in her chest that never quite goes away, a lingering ball in her chest that ticks the seconds she has to walk this earth, she decides from an early age that it will not make her weak โ never once, despite frailty and sickness within her, will she ever fall.
her first few moons spent amongst the herbs and medics will be long gone when she finally begins to pave her way. a competitive spirit, a fighter despite herself ; she will fail and learn and grow, she'd the judgemental eye of those around her. she will do it all, she will do more : sheโll swim with the currents, sheโll fight by her clanmates side โwhere she couldnโt be louder, stronger, she will find a way, unafraid to get her claws dirty to get an upper hand. while some of her fellow apprentices may think her rituals strange, bidden with decorations and well - woven flowers wilting in the lilac white of her fur, she is calm as lake waters, standing a sharp - eyed and inscrutable line of sickly purple pink lips brimming with something more barbed than the tongue it would leave. she carved a spot for herself with claws broken and bleeding, and by starclans might, she would never let herself be wavered, never quake from her poised, hard - earned stance.
surely that wonโt ever be a problem.
for the beginning of shellโs life, she is considered somewhat untouchable. a heavy wind could sweep her from her paws, dreary - eyed daughter of the deputy somehow also star - crossed, river - royalty both in blood and kin. she is not so much a quiet kit as she is soft - spoken, speaking ever in quick, frantic whispers interspaced with breathy, air - gulping gasps. she's a tongue too sharp for her age, imitating hazecloud enough to find her voice despite its inherent weakness.. whether she knows the weight of her words or not. she is strangely ritualistic in the way she courses the shores ; aflutter for rain, for fish scales, shells and or trinkets to earn favor of the river and the voices just beyond it, protected against their sudden and terrible wrath.
while shell is born with a rattle in her chest that never quite goes away, a lingering ball in her chest that ticks the seconds she has to walk this earth, she decides from an early age that it will not make her weak โ never once, despite frailty and sickness within her, will she ever fall.
her first few moons spent amongst the herbs and medics will be long gone when she finally begins to pave her way. a competitive spirit, a fighter despite herself ; she will fail and learn and grow, she'd the judgemental eye of those around her. she will do it all, she will do more : sheโll swim with the currents, sheโll fight by her clanmates side โwhere she couldnโt be louder, stronger, she will find a way, unafraid to get her claws dirty to get an upper hand. while some of her fellow apprentices may think her rituals strange, bidden with decorations and well - woven flowers wilting in the lilac white of her fur, she is calm as lake waters, standing a sharp - eyed and inscrutable line of sickly purple pink lips brimming with something more barbed than the tongue it would leave. she carved a spot for herself with claws broken and bleeding, and by starclans might, she would never let herself be wavered, never quake from her poised, hard - earned stance.
surely that wonโt ever be a problem.
MOTIFS : โ heavy ophelia imagery. a somewhat delusional young girl with a light, whimsical attitude and a great propensity for violence once reaching adulthood ; born with something to prove, even if her greatest bullies seem to emanate from the babbling brooks around her. soft spoken and delicate seeming, a broken bird childhood. ghostly and wraithlike.
