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she has long since run cold. if she follows the water back, she could probably find riverclan camp again, but then again, what if she doesn’t? she was supposed to be out here with her mentor, someone old and who knows these twining paths of meadowland like the back of their paw. shellkit barely knew anything outside the nursery and elders den — after she and pebblekit’s incident with the snow - in, she’d not been allowed in or near the warriors den without reason. she sits hovering over a small tower of shells and pebbles, her forced game of stacking and sorting until she was rescued was beginning to become.. distinctly unfun. maybe she shouldn’t have gone out when everyone was lying down for a rest, but she would have never gotten out of camp otherwise, so what else was there to do? the she - kit curls against the sand, her trinkets poised between two alabaster paws. this had been a bad, terrible, awful idea. the trouble that she’d get into wasn’t even worth it, not now. not when —
something crunches lightly along the sand downwind.
shellkit nearly leaps from her pelt, finding her paws beneath her. her fur puffs out in a way she hopes is threatening and not the bristle of fear coursing through her body. there is a blessed warmth that befalls her in the wake of such sudden panic, and the brief feeling returning to her pads helps even her wobbling stance, ” hello? who — who’s that? “ she wheezes, because it was cold, and she had no nest to curl up in and catch her breath. the air is too frigid, but she stands her ground, watery amber eyes fixated on where the undergrowth rustles. her mind whorls — was this a rogue? a fox? maybe even an eagle, like hazecloud had fought so long ago ( she wasn’t sure what they looked like or what they did, but it could be. ). she trembled, and she can’t even cry too much, because she’d done it to herself. regardless, a single tear wets her cheek, ” this is, um — riverclan territory. you should get out.. “ there was no certainty in her voice but she tries, because she was old enough to be an apprentice, she was. regardless, her lungs do not seem to catch the memo ; her breath ends on a harsh cough, born from the seep of chill into her bones. she had to go home. she had to get somewhere safe, and warm.
something crunches lightly along the sand downwind.
shellkit nearly leaps from her pelt, finding her paws beneath her. her fur puffs out in a way she hopes is threatening and not the bristle of fear coursing through her body. there is a blessed warmth that befalls her in the wake of such sudden panic, and the brief feeling returning to her pads helps even her wobbling stance, ” hello? who — who’s that? “ she wheezes, because it was cold, and she had no nest to curl up in and catch her breath. the air is too frigid, but she stands her ground, watery amber eyes fixated on where the undergrowth rustles. her mind whorls — was this a rogue? a fox? maybe even an eagle, like hazecloud had fought so long ago ( she wasn’t sure what they looked like or what they did, but it could be. ). she trembled, and she can’t even cry too much, because she’d done it to herself. regardless, a single tear wets her cheek, ” this is, um — riverclan territory. you should get out.. “ there was no certainty in her voice but she tries, because she was old enough to be an apprentice, she was. regardless, her lungs do not seem to catch the memo ; her breath ends on a harsh cough, born from the seep of chill into her bones. she had to go home. she had to get somewhere safe, and warm.
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delicate lilac - striped molly with sugarplum eyes.SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING xx UNKNOWN, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. TWO MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.----------° ❀ ⋆
currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.