pafp THEY KEEP PLAYING A SONG ABOUT YOU ࿏ getting comfy

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- The sun on Pinepaw’s first day as an apprentice had only just begun to dip. The girls paws ached from the three borders she had visited, and the tortoiseshell swore she could still taste all of their strange scents on her tongue.
By the time Pinepaw had her nesting material in tow, the drifting sun was catching everything in a golden hue, it was her favorite time of the day.
There was no time to enjoy it, though, there was work that needed to be done. As the apprentice stepped into the woven den for the first time, lemon optics would round in a circle, taking it all in before falling back to the ground. She knew where she wanted her nest to be, but where…
There! Patchwork ears pull upward with a sudden burst of energy as she finds the resting form of Shellpaw, thankful that she would not have to deal with the option of either seeking her friend out or trying to find her nest by herself.
Inconspicuously, Pinepaw would quickly move an obstructive nest to the side with a forepaw until there was enough room for her to settle her nest comfortably. Once that was taken care of, the tortoiseshell would finally give her friend a soft prod, her smile contagious. “Pssst! Guess who?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 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]

daylight halos pinepaw's mottled pelt when shellpaw sees her off, trailing tuck - headed at her side to the bushel of cattail and reed that separates them from the rest of the world. iciclefang wastes no time, insists on seeing the borders and introducing her daughter to clan scent and the girl tries to ignore the pinch of jealousy her normalcy brings. lichenstar was a stone - laden and dreary thing ; in her quietest, most reflective moments, she feels more a ghost at their heel than an apprentice. trained in misery and hardship and loss than battle, paws softening with gravedirt instead of hardening, callousing . . her breath comes light, short where she lie curled in the petalwoven tangle of her nest, a whistling snore bubbling from forever semi - clogged nose. she dreams of blood and dripping teeth.

she does not rouse as pinepaw adjusts the greenery around her, slots a place for herself at her side ; only when white - capped paw pokes at fluttering ribs does she sniffle, snorting herself awake with a quiet cough ( a messy wake up, the unfortunate reality of her runny nose ). for a moment, she grained grapples with her surroundings ; looks up, a harsh ray of molten gold sunlight slants across the pale of her face . . strawberry gaze bleary - blinking towards familiarly alabaster features, eyes as gilded as the setting sun itself, ” pinepaw . . “ she breathes featherlight as if a reminder to herself, blinking slow and drowsy. she comprehends slowly — sunset. pinepaw, a knot of moss and reed misting patches fur, a smile stretching her muzzle so wide pallid lips cannot help but follow. she beams lazily back at her before blinking once again, pieces snapping into conscious place, ” pinepaw! “

thistlethin limbs lift, loop around her neck to pull her down into a giggling tussle of an embrace, ” you — you’re back? did you . . did you see the falls? by the — the windclan border? i — oh actually, hold on, i . . have something . . for your new nest . . “ the one already placed aside her. her chest warms. she untangles with her breath hiccuping from rapidfire enthusiasm, alabaster curls flying about the ruff of her head, fur prickling with excitement that trembles suddenly searching paws. pearly claws find silk threading, catch on a clear steam and something round — found it. she pulls a shining trinket from beneath shells and pebbles of her own. ” clay — claythorn helped me find the, um . . find it. i think it’s a stone? “ it is a small, semi - misshapen thing, the color of striking gold that paints the apprentices den in gentle light. she’d wanted it to be perfect, and shellpaw liked to think it was. a gift from the river, a promise of peace and protection so long as pinepaw kept it in her nest — the meadows would keep her safe. she doesn’t think of riverpaw. her stomach does not clench with worry that has her bashfully looking away. ( pinepaw would be okay. she would. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. 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 enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. 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.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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