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the evening is dim, lit indigo by a sky just beginning to dot with the tremblings of stars overhead. crickets chime from their place nestled amongst the reeds where she is tucked on her belly outside the nursery, a sprawl of long - stemmed flowers strewn before her and pinekit. a kindling of talent, a lesson in weaving threaded into creating a thin daisy chain to tuck into their fur ; the mottled girl was less likely to find herself busying with things that do not pump adrenaline through her veins but shellpaw appreciated it nonetheless, the time to rest ever - aching limbs. apprentices mill about, chatting and giggling as they make their way towards their den for the night.. shellpaw only braids swifter, pale mottled pawpads moving with a steady easiness her prolonged moon in recovery had taught her, speaking with a somewhat distracted, ” i don’t want to be asleep.. when shadowclan comes for.. that girl. they probably think we stole her or something. “ as if they had any use for her here. ghost murmur lilts, offering a sniff that does little to dry her permadamp nostrils,, ” i bet she’s just here for us.. to fill her belly, anyway. i heard they don’t have much.. in the marsh. “
what could survive in the mud other than frog, lizard? velveteen nose wrinkles, strawberry - shaded luminaries lifting finally from her chain, ivory paws stained light green with effort to watch pinekit with hers. she watches for a moment, a quiet beat where mourning doves cry in the humid twilight. she thinks to change the subject.
when she speaks again, it is with a smile that doesn't touch her maw -- instead crinkling sugared amber eyes, squinting happily against bicolored cheek fluff, " you know.. i can't wait until, until youre an apprentice. " an easy admission, a thought she wretches up often ; she enjoyed the molly's friendship, missed it after apprenticeship segmented her attention and time to duty instead. when pinekit was an apprentice.. perhaps things wouldn't feel so big, so lonely. if pinekit trained with her, maybe some of her spirit, endurance would wear off on her. the dog attack lingers at the back of her mind, smolders like a burn into her skull ; uselessness. pinekit had never experienced that and the girl knows she never would, made in her mother's strict and ice - laden image. she thinks of their game, many moons back ; shellpaw as hazecloud and her as iciclefang, it had seemed so.. so inevitable. the child rolls half onto her back, the thin concave of her chest and belly exposed with the shifting of thickly curled fur, " when we, um -- when we're big enough i bet we'll even learn to fight hawks, for real, just like our moms. lichenstar says they taste good, too, but i dont know about that.. " they seemed too.. feathery.
what could survive in the mud other than frog, lizard? velveteen nose wrinkles, strawberry - shaded luminaries lifting finally from her chain, ivory paws stained light green with effort to watch pinekit with hers. she watches for a moment, a quiet beat where mourning doves cry in the humid twilight. she thinks to change the subject.
when she speaks again, it is with a smile that doesn't touch her maw -- instead crinkling sugared amber eyes, squinting happily against bicolored cheek fluff, " you know.. i can't wait until, until youre an apprentice. " an easy admission, a thought she wretches up often ; she enjoyed the molly's friendship, missed it after apprenticeship segmented her attention and time to duty instead. when pinekit was an apprentice.. perhaps things wouldn't feel so big, so lonely. if pinekit trained with her, maybe some of her spirit, endurance would wear off on her. the dog attack lingers at the back of her mind, smolders like a burn into her skull ; uselessness. pinekit had never experienced that and the girl knows she never would, made in her mother's strict and ice - laden image. she thinks of their game, many moons back ; shellpaw as hazecloud and her as iciclefang, it had seemed so.. so inevitable. the child rolls half onto her back, the thin concave of her chest and belly exposed with the shifting of thickly curled fur, " when we, um -- when we're big enough i bet we'll even learn to fight hawks, for real, just like our moms. lichenstar says they taste good, too, but i dont know about that.. " they seemed too.. feathery.
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i. @pinekit HEHE
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frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENTAIL ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TOSMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS-----------------° ❀ ⋆
CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.