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❝ 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 — FOUND THE PLACE TO REST MY HEAD. ❞
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 ; her reverence for the stars casting bloody delusions of grandeur. to be found most often babbling lyrically along with the whispering brooks, or praying for rain along riverclan's pebbled shores.
SHELLPOOL, cisgender, she & her pronouns. riverclan.
⤷ named shell- by smokestar in reference to her light lilac striping, suffix -pool for her serene nature by lichenstar.
MENTORED BY : lichenstar as of 05 / 04 / 2024, graduated 01 / 01 / 2025.LICHENSTAR x HAZECLOUD ; biological kin branches to the loner lands and the redwater rogue group.
daughter of smokestar's estranged sister and a passing rogue, born on the outskirts of riverclan territory and abandoned in the fresh snow. littermate to pebbletail and riverpaw, adopted sister to horizonthroat, eveningcloud and twinkleflight.
SINGLE, SAPPHIC ; PADDING AFTER PINEPAW. PLAYLIST, PINTEREST
frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes ♡ ҉ ༄ 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. short and water - repellant, with broad, gaunt shoulders blanketed in thick locks of long, downy fur. ribbons of lilac stripe across her back, splashed with alabaster up to her broad features. in adulthood, shellpool has remained small relative to her clanmates : short and
from her earliest days, shell has been relatively inexpressive — bearing a passive, heavy - lidded gaze and maw set in a hard, fine line. her eyes are sharp almond in shape, a bloodlet amber burning in deep, warm irises.
↳ 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.
from her earliest days, shell has been relatively inexpressive — bearing a passive, heavy - lidded gaze and maw set in a hard, fine line. her eyes are sharp almond in shape, a bloodlet amber burning in deep, warm irises.
KINDLING'S TRAITS xx CHARCOAL'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.
— positive: dutiful, soft - spoken, indomitable, poised, empathetic neutral: aloof, whimsical, superstitious, inexpressive, ritualistic negative: delusive, easily irritated, selective, sharp - tongued, maladaptive, judgmental ୨୧
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 — 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 she does not claim, and she feels the eyes of her clanmates on her like flies to a carcass. she finds trouble, is what they'll 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 shell's 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 stop her. fueled by an over - reverence for the stars, shellpool has come to believe she is special in the eyes of their ancestors ; the river speaks in hushed babbles, cricket song and fluttering of waterproof wings. it speaks to her in dreams and visions that she follows blindly, with thought of protection and safety being never far behind.
she practices her reverence with not a thought of how it may look ; while some of her clanmates may think her rituals strange, bidden with decorations and well - woven flowers wilting in the lilac white of her fur. gifts, prayer and awe guide her every move. to meet shellpool would be to find she is calm as lake waters upon the still, quiet surface . . but there are depths hidden beneath this serenity.
for the beginning of shell's 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 stop her. fueled by an over - reverence for the stars, shellpool has come to believe she is special in the eyes of their ancestors ; the river speaks in hushed babbles, cricket song and fluttering of waterproof wings. it speaks to her in dreams and visions that she follows blindly, with thought of protection and safety being never far behind.
she practices her reverence with not a thought of how it may look ; while some of her clanmates may think her rituals strange, bidden with decorations and well - woven flowers wilting in the lilac white of her fur. gifts, prayer and awe guide her every move. to meet shellpool would be to find she is calm as lake waters upon the still, quiet surface . . but there are depths hidden beneath this serenity.
MOTIFS : ❝ algae - ridden ponds, old bones, ugly ducklings. distorted reflections. muddied swan feathers and the pink flow of blood in water.
