<![CDATA[Beasts of Beyond - Other Roleplay]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/ Tue, 25 Aug 2026 16:26:39 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Arcane roleplay...?]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=17831 Thu, 23 Feb 2023 12:05:26 +0000 Jinx]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=17831
- has watched arcane
- wants to join this roleplay
- understands the context
- will keep minor activity at least

its just an idea!]]>
- has watched arcane
- wants to join this roleplay
- understands the context
- will keep minor activity at least

its just an idea!]]> <![CDATA[life in the fast lane ;; abyssjaw]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16981 Wed, 10 Aug 2022 12:44:03 +0000 Vixenfrost]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16981
Be us against the world -

she snapped today. it was to crowded and she had brought prey back for the queens. she loved the idea of kits all her own one day. yet, she had no chance and no mate. so, she likes visiting the nursery. yet, she lost it today when she left said area. a larger tom knocked her off her paws as she was leaving camp.

her reaction was harsh, but still. he got a well placed slap of her paw and was now hissing at her. the molly hissed back and then turned to leave. her point made, she hoped. alas, she felt the heavy tom landing on her back and yowled in anger. squirming until she realized she was to small to escape.

get off me mouse-brain! you walked into me and knocked me over, so of course you deserved a slap! i didn't even use claws. her voice was like ice as she spat the words. the tom was not using claws but he stood on her and she felt squished.

part of her just hoped no one important, like abyssjaw, witnessed this.

speaking
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
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Be us against the world -

she snapped today. it was to crowded and she had brought prey back for the queens. she loved the idea of kits all her own one day. yet, she had no chance and no mate. so, she likes visiting the nursery. yet, she lost it today when she left said area. a larger tom knocked her off her paws as she was leaving camp.

her reaction was harsh, but still. he got a well placed slap of her paw and was now hissing at her. the molly hissed back and then turned to leave. her point made, she hoped. alas, she felt the heavy tom landing on her back and yowled in anger. squirming until she realized she was to small to escape.

get off me mouse-brain! you walked into me and knocked me over, so of course you deserved a slap! i didn't even use claws. her voice was like ice as she spat the words. the tom was not using claws but he stood on her and she felt squished.

part of her just hoped no one important, like abyssjaw, witnessed this.

speaking
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
]]> <![CDATA[three of a kind ;; intro]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16342 Mon, 27 Jun 2022 19:13:27 +0000 Cobra]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16342
HEAVEN HELP A FOOL THAT FALLS IN LOVE
she was an old woman now and she knew it. not that it made much of a difference. she had her two kits and lost her mate. moved on to find a home with her kids. she had lived her life. sure, she was not quite an elder, but she was close enough. she was pushing elder years and was thinking of retiring soon.

the only reason she had yet to do so was her kits. they needed her, even now. she was still teaching them. not that they are kids. one had a kit. though the father dipped and they were never mates. then again, spotted was not far from moth. they both had kits without forming a relationship.

spotted just wanted to protect them. all three. yawning, she lifted her head from her paws to look out over the camp. seeing who she could see.

"speech"

teef]]>
HEAVEN HELP A FOOL THAT FALLS IN LOVE
she was an old woman now and she knew it. not that it made much of a difference. she had her two kits and lost her mate. moved on to find a home with her kids. she had lived her life. sure, she was not quite an elder, but she was close enough. she was pushing elder years and was thinking of retiring soon.

the only reason she had yet to do so was her kits. they needed her, even now. she was still teaching them. not that they are kids. one had a kit. though the father dipped and they were never mates. then again, spotted was not far from moth. they both had kits without forming a relationship.

spotted just wanted to protect them. all three. yawning, she lifted her head from her paws to look out over the camp. seeing who she could see.

"speech"

teef]]> <![CDATA[with the rising sun ;; intro]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16339 Mon, 27 Jun 2022 13:16:12 +0000 Cobra]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16339
MY HEARTS A STEREO
dawnpaw came sprinting into camp. avoiding others as she made her way to her shared nest. stopping beside her still sleeping brother and jabbing a paw at him. tail waving behind her excitedly. "get up! lets go train or hunt!" she demanded harshly. clearly impatient.

"speech"

teef]]>
MY HEARTS A STEREO
dawnpaw came sprinting into camp. avoiding others as she made her way to her shared nest. stopping beside her still sleeping brother and jabbing a paw at him. tail waving behind her excitedly. "get up! lets go train or hunt!" she demanded harshly. clearly impatient.

"speech"

teef]]> <![CDATA[kits will be kits ;; intro]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16338 Mon, 27 Jun 2022 13:07:00 +0000 Cobra]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16338
TONIGHT, WE ARE YOUNG
tiny paws scattered moss from a nest as the kit leaps out. landing with a little thunk and looking around with bright eyes. tail curling up as bright eyes scanned for another kit to play with. then, she ran towards another nest and skid to a stop on the edge.

"wanna play?" she asked as she looked in the nest at any kits inside it. ears perking slightly as she waited for an answer.

"speech"

teef]]>
TONIGHT, WE ARE YOUNG
tiny paws scattered moss from a nest as the kit leaps out. landing with a little thunk and looking around with bright eyes. tail curling up as bright eyes scanned for another kit to play with. then, she ran towards another nest and skid to a stop on the edge.

"wanna play?" she asked as she looked in the nest at any kits inside it. ears perking slightly as she waited for an answer.

"speech"

teef]]> <![CDATA[its time ;; patrol]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16337 Mon, 27 Jun 2022 12:56:39 +0000 Featherstone]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16337
TONIGHTS THE NIGHT
the tom was just waking up with the sun. he was supposed to go on patrol that day. someone smelt a fox yesterday and they all needed to make sure it was gone. slowly standing, the male stretched and walked out of his nest. moving from the camp.

"anyone want to go on patrol with me?" he called out with a flick of his tail. slowly making his way to the exit of camp, where he would now sit and wait.

"speech"

teef]]>
TONIGHTS THE NIGHT
the tom was just waking up with the sun. he was supposed to go on patrol that day. someone smelt a fox yesterday and they all needed to make sure it was gone. slowly standing, the male stretched and walked out of his nest. moving from the camp.

"anyone want to go on patrol with me?" he called out with a flick of his tail. slowly making his way to the exit of camp, where he would now sit and wait.

"speech"

teef]]> <![CDATA[laughing ;; bird watching]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16336 Mon, 27 Jun 2022 12:43:24 +0000 Vixenfrost]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16336
BE US AGAINST THE WORLD
the white she-cat was now resting out of camp more often. she was not a fan of the crowd. she never would be. so, she opted to stay away from the camp unless she had food to drop off.

this was why she was out in a tree. sitting on a low branch and looking up at the sky. watching birds flying above with calm eyes. part of her wanted to fly away with them. maybe when she died she could. who knew what death held. for now, she was here and she was happy watching.

"speech"

teef]]>
BE US AGAINST THE WORLD
the white she-cat was now resting out of camp more often. she was not a fan of the crowd. she never would be. so, she opted to stay away from the camp unless she had food to drop off.

this was why she was out in a tree. sitting on a low branch and looking up at the sky. watching birds flying above with calm eyes. part of her wanted to fly away with them. maybe when she died she could. who knew what death held. for now, she was here and she was happy watching.

"speech"

teef]]> <![CDATA[TIME MOVES SLOW :: sandy hollow discovery]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16310 Sat, 25 Jun 2022 04:57:59 +0000 Rainstep]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16310 [div style="width: 50%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]As the tensions between the cats increased, so did the difficulty of finding proper solace anywhere, preferably beyond the tumultuous camp. He understood that his duties came before all, and he did all he could to provide for his clanmates, regardless of their current, unfortunate situation. No matter what was happening between them all, there was still a desperate need for food and protection, both of which he was more than willing to provide. Even if push came to shove and he would be forced to pick a side once and for all, he would find it horrendously arduous to do so.

The camp was rife with clamor and yowling to the point that he couldn't hear his own thoughts, much less a coherent sentence from another. For the most part, Rainstep's communication became silent, using widely-understood gestures to quickly address his next move and anyone else's. Going hunting. Going on patrol. Going here. Going there. Where am I going? His mind was whirling, and on this day he forced himself to push past the walls of the camp alone for no reason other than to just leave. He loved being seen as a provider, an all-seeing guardian, but once in a while, it felt incredibly relieving to be his own company for once.

It was during these rare, solitary moments walking around their territory that he could properly reflect on the state of the clan. If the divide was truly far from myth, who could he possibly join? Would he join anyone? Of course. It's my duty. His honor would be at stake if he jumped ship — and not just his, but his family's as well, a family that dedicated their lives to the good of the clan. What would they think of him and his blood if he would leave now, deserting who he ought to protect? It was a foolish idea, and one he forced himself to push out of his mind once and for all. Not feasible, he thought bitterly as he pushed through the brush onward beneath the gentle shade of the trees.

Then what was he destined for, if not to leave? Where would his dedication take him? To whoever respects me as I respected them, he realized, twitching his ear at the idea. Respect? Was that what this was coming down to? In all honesty, he wasn't sure if it really was — the vast majority of these cats respected one another, and he felt that it would hardly make a difference between either side. The tom huffed, exasperated by the conflict he was forced to bear witness to, and was torn from his thoughts when he nearly slipped down into the sprawling sand pit before him, scrambling to regain his composure.

Rainstep was deep within the woods now, but he had eventually reached a clearing that was well-sheltered by the towering trees surrounding it. The clearing sloped downward in the center, and the grass all but disappeared beyond the slope, transforming itself into reddish-brown dirt mixed with loose sand and the occasional pebble. Curiously he stepped into the hollow, making note of the slope so not as to risk tumbling in. The ground, already soft from the forest grasses, was even softer within the hollow, his paws almost sinking into the dirt that began to stain them, turning the gray-blue fur around his digits a mottled brown color. He had never been in this place before. Feeling the dirt between his paws, he glanced around, taking in his surroundings curiously.
[glow=#3370be,2,300]it is happening again[/glow] — ?
]]> [div style="width: 50%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]As the tensions between the cats increased, so did the difficulty of finding proper solace anywhere, preferably beyond the tumultuous camp. He understood that his duties came before all, and he did all he could to provide for his clanmates, regardless of their current, unfortunate situation. No matter what was happening between them all, there was still a desperate need for food and protection, both of which he was more than willing to provide. Even if push came to shove and he would be forced to pick a side once and for all, he would find it horrendously arduous to do so.

The camp was rife with clamor and yowling to the point that he couldn't hear his own thoughts, much less a coherent sentence from another. For the most part, Rainstep's communication became silent, using widely-understood gestures to quickly address his next move and anyone else's. Going hunting. Going on patrol. Going here. Going there. Where am I going? His mind was whirling, and on this day he forced himself to push past the walls of the camp alone for no reason other than to just leave. He loved being seen as a provider, an all-seeing guardian, but once in a while, it felt incredibly relieving to be his own company for once.

It was during these rare, solitary moments walking around their territory that he could properly reflect on the state of the clan. If the divide was truly far from myth, who could he possibly join? Would he join anyone? Of course. It's my duty. His honor would be at stake if he jumped ship — and not just his, but his family's as well, a family that dedicated their lives to the good of the clan. What would they think of him and his blood if he would leave now, deserting who he ought to protect? It was a foolish idea, and one he forced himself to push out of his mind once and for all. Not feasible, he thought bitterly as he pushed through the brush onward beneath the gentle shade of the trees.

Then what was he destined for, if not to leave? Where would his dedication take him? To whoever respects me as I respected them, he realized, twitching his ear at the idea. Respect? Was that what this was coming down to? In all honesty, he wasn't sure if it really was — the vast majority of these cats respected one another, and he felt that it would hardly make a difference between either side. The tom huffed, exasperated by the conflict he was forced to bear witness to, and was torn from his thoughts when he nearly slipped down into the sprawling sand pit before him, scrambling to regain his composure.

Rainstep was deep within the woods now, but he had eventually reached a clearing that was well-sheltered by the towering trees surrounding it. The clearing sloped downward in the center, and the grass all but disappeared beyond the slope, transforming itself into reddish-brown dirt mixed with loose sand and the occasional pebble. Curiously he stepped into the hollow, making note of the slope so not as to risk tumbling in. The ground, already soft from the forest grasses, was even softer within the hollow, his paws almost sinking into the dirt that began to stain them, turning the gray-blue fur around his digits a mottled brown color. He had never been in this place before. Feeling the dirt between his paws, he glanced around, taking in his surroundings curiously.
[glow=#3370be,2,300]it is happening again[/glow] — ?
]]> <![CDATA[SNAKEROCKS // disc(o)very]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16297 Thu, 23 Jun 2022 15:54:10 +0000 teef]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16297
I'M HANGING OUT ... ❖
as of late, the tensions were driving the elder further and further from camp in search of solitude and some matter of peace, though, as luck would have it, peace was impossible to find. He was running out of yarrow and chervil. Patching up wounds and drawing out infections from the warriors and apprentices in camp was beginning to drain his small storage of herbs, and he was nearly out of those specific ones. that wasn't acceptable and he needed to refill them, leading to him wandering the territory in search of suitable herbs, causing him to wander all over the territory that they called their own, the entire mass of it, that was.

by the time he reached a location to rest, he was out of breath and his legs were aching, muscles screaming at him. inhaling and exhaling heavily, the elderly tom would sit down at the base of a pile of sandy rocks, licking his aching paws to try and soothe the throbbing. ancestors, what he wouldn't give for yarrow to soothe his cracked paw pads. sniffing the air to check for danger, a thrill would run up his spine at the tangy and familiar scents of the herbs, leading the old rogue to get back up and turn his head to look for the leaves and blossoms of his desired herbs, tail trembling in pleasure. he wouldn't have to keep walking, having found these needed remedies.

shaking out stiff legs, the tom would bend his head to begin to gather the herbs, pulling them out carefully by the root. as he did this work, slowly would the scent of a reptile reach him, his ears laying back against his head unhappily. he sniffed the air a few more times, a low growl echoing from his chest as he recognized the scent of a snake, slowly searching around with his eyes for the danger. unable to find it, he slowly picked up his bundle of freshly picked herbs and began to back away from the sand-colored tumble of rocks, tail switching uneasily, his happiness gone and replaced with wariness. he didn't want to get bit, nor did he want to have to deal with one of these snakes.
WITH THE FOXES AND THE HOUNDS! [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971957466487210015/983953391359238214/ref.png]❖
teef]]>
I'M HANGING OUT ... ❖
as of late, the tensions were driving the elder further and further from camp in search of solitude and some matter of peace, though, as luck would have it, peace was impossible to find. He was running out of yarrow and chervil. Patching up wounds and drawing out infections from the warriors and apprentices in camp was beginning to drain his small storage of herbs, and he was nearly out of those specific ones. that wasn't acceptable and he needed to refill them, leading to him wandering the territory in search of suitable herbs, causing him to wander all over the territory that they called their own, the entire mass of it, that was.

by the time he reached a location to rest, he was out of breath and his legs were aching, muscles screaming at him. inhaling and exhaling heavily, the elderly tom would sit down at the base of a pile of sandy rocks, licking his aching paws to try and soothe the throbbing. ancestors, what he wouldn't give for yarrow to soothe his cracked paw pads. sniffing the air to check for danger, a thrill would run up his spine at the tangy and familiar scents of the herbs, leading the old rogue to get back up and turn his head to look for the leaves and blossoms of his desired herbs, tail trembling in pleasure. he wouldn't have to keep walking, having found these needed remedies.

shaking out stiff legs, the tom would bend his head to begin to gather the herbs, pulling them out carefully by the root. as he did this work, slowly would the scent of a reptile reach him, his ears laying back against his head unhappily. he sniffed the air a few more times, a low growl echoing from his chest as he recognized the scent of a snake, slowly searching around with his eyes for the danger. unable to find it, he slowly picked up his bundle of freshly picked herbs and began to back away from the sand-colored tumble of rocks, tail switching uneasily, his happiness gone and replaced with wariness. he didn't want to get bit, nor did he want to have to deal with one of these snakes.
WITH THE FOXES AND THE HOUNDS! [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971957466487210015/983953391359238214/ref.png]❖
teef]]> <![CDATA[in another life ]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16225 Fri, 17 Jun 2022 21:26:43 +0000 Vixenfrost]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16225
BE US AGAINST THE WORLD
it was not unusual to see vixen on her own. she was growing more and more impatient with the crowded camp. so, she was always on 'patrols' or 'hunting' as she needed space. she was tired of being bumped, squished, and stepped on. she wondered how abyssjaw was handling all this.

then again, she figured he was lost in hiding. avoiding others like the plague they were slowly becoming. the snow white she-cat snorted softly as she bound over to the river. lowering her head to lap at the cool waters. she was grateful to be alone for the moment. yet, she was never alone for to long. not in this group setting, anyways.

"speech"

teef]]>
BE US AGAINST THE WORLD
it was not unusual to see vixen on her own. she was growing more and more impatient with the crowded camp. so, she was always on 'patrols' or 'hunting' as she needed space. she was tired of being bumped, squished, and stepped on. she wondered how abyssjaw was handling all this.

then again, she figured he was lost in hiding. avoiding others like the plague they were slowly becoming. the snow white she-cat snorted softly as she bound over to the river. lowering her head to lap at the cool waters. she was grateful to be alone for the moment. yet, she was never alone for to long. not in this group setting, anyways.

"speech"

teef]]> <![CDATA[zombie apocalypse rp??]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16218 Thu, 16 Jun 2022 21:43:57 +0000 SchizophrenicVoid]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16218 <![CDATA[simmering heat | small attack ; open]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16208 Wed, 15 Jun 2022 20:30:22 +0000 wifewoof]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16208
ANTPAW - male he/him - snowshoe - tags
Antpaw bounced on his paws, he was full of energy and restless. Whitedove had been busy with keeping the overflowing camp in order, and so it left Ant too much time on his paws. He usually found himself asking (read: begging) other warriors to let him leave camp to hunt or join a patrol. The snowshoe didn't begrudge his mentor figure, he understood considering with so many cats it would be double, even triple, the workload than the old territory they left. Deciding to see if any older feline would let him go on a hunting patrol (maybe even squeak out a solo hunt), the male stretched, jumped to his paws and caught the eye of Crowface. He usually avoided the tom, but he was desperate to leave the crowded camp and do something useful.

Bounding over, a blinding smile on his maw, Antpaw began quickly speaking, "Hey, uh, I know you aren't my mentor, but I was hoping you could give me permission to go hunting?" The apprentice could've stopped there, but he kept going on about how he didn't want to bother Whitedove, how he wanted to help out more, and everything else he just thought about before walking over.

He didn't noticed the mounting agitation and coiling tension coming from the warrior.
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ANTPAW - male he/him - snowshoe - tags
Antpaw bounced on his paws, he was full of energy and restless. Whitedove had been busy with keeping the overflowing camp in order, and so it left Ant too much time on his paws. He usually found himself asking (read: begging) other warriors to let him leave camp to hunt or join a patrol. The snowshoe didn't begrudge his mentor figure, he understood considering with so many cats it would be double, even triple, the workload than the old territory they left. Deciding to see if any older feline would let him go on a hunting patrol (maybe even squeak out a solo hunt), the male stretched, jumped to his paws and caught the eye of Crowface. He usually avoided the tom, but he was desperate to leave the crowded camp and do something useful.

Bounding over, a blinding smile on his maw, Antpaw began quickly speaking, "Hey, uh, I know you aren't my mentor, but I was hoping you could give me permission to go hunting?" The apprentice could've stopped there, but he kept going on about how he didn't want to bother Whitedove, how he wanted to help out more, and everything else he just thought about before walking over.

He didn't noticed the mounting agitation and coiling tension coming from the warrior.
]]> <![CDATA[Is Anyone up for an Anime Thread?]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16194 Wed, 15 Jun 2022 03:38:13 +0000 Poofy The Dark Master]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16194
So, I'm curious if anyone is willing to do an anime thread! I'm bored and been thinking of some, but I really have no where to rp them, so I'm asking anyone her if they are looking to do one! If your interested you can post here, or message me here or on discord !
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So, I'm curious if anyone is willing to do an anime thread! I'm bored and been thinking of some, but I really have no where to rp them, so I'm asking anyone her if they are looking to do one! If your interested you can post here, or message me here or on discord !
]]> <![CDATA[An Adventure Begins]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16152 Fri, 10 Jun 2022 16:29:56 +0000 Cliffwalker]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16152 "Well Echo, you ready?" I asked. The tiny Pika tucked securely in his pouch atop my pack whistled an affirmative.  With one last look back down the Eastern side of the mountain,  highlighted by the morning sun, I stepped onto the path down the western side. Excitement shivered through me, today our adventure began, together we would explore the world and see all the places that we had only ever heard of through the tales of passing travelers.  ]]> "Well Echo, you ready?" I asked. The tiny Pika tucked securely in his pouch atop my pack whistled an affirmative.  With one last look back down the Eastern side of the mountain,  highlighted by the morning sun, I stepped onto the path down the western side. Excitement shivered through me, today our adventure began, together we would explore the world and see all the places that we had only ever heard of through the tales of passing travelers.  ]]> <![CDATA[scavenger of the deep | open]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16127 Tue, 07 Jun 2022 14:03:14 +0000 wifewoof]]> https://beastsofbeyond.com/showthread.php?tid=16127
MISTYSTREAM!!
she/her - chartreux - thunderclan - tags
A sleek gray-blue molly was at the river, far from camp. Her copper eyes taking in every detail of the flowing water, no trinkets at her side. She felt much more inclined to swim before she started sifting through water and sand for anything to bring back. With a warm sigh, Mistystream stretched, watched, and padded into the river. Her fur wet from the flowing waves, gently rolling over her back as she swept her paws out and began moving forward, sideways, and even half diving to pull something up from the rough rocks and gritty sand.

Misty stopped in place, fur plastered to her sides, her eyes alight as she found something finally. Adjusting her position, the molly extended her right paw claws as far as she could, took a deep breath, and shoved her head underwater to take the shiny treasure she had found. It took two attempts, and a tender claw, but she resurfaced her third time, and slowly paddled back to shore. Chest heaving with exhaustion, and pride, Misty looked at the object she snagged. In her right paw claws, tucked tight, was an intact clamshell, beautifully a light iridescent blue. Padding further onto shore, the molly loafed next to her current trinket and began grooming her fur.
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MISTYSTREAM!!
she/her - chartreux - thunderclan - tags
A sleek gray-blue molly was at the river, far from camp. Her copper eyes taking in every detail of the flowing water, no trinkets at her side. She felt much more inclined to swim before she started sifting through water and sand for anything to bring back. With a warm sigh, Mistystream stretched, watched, and padded into the river. Her fur wet from the flowing waves, gently rolling over her back as she swept her paws out and began moving forward, sideways, and even half diving to pull something up from the rough rocks and gritty sand.

Misty stopped in place, fur plastered to her sides, her eyes alight as she found something finally. Adjusting her position, the molly extended her right paw claws as far as she could, took a deep breath, and shoved her head underwater to take the shiny treasure she had found. It took two attempts, and a tender claw, but she resurfaced her third time, and slowly paddled back to shore. Chest heaving with exhaustion, and pride, Misty looked at the object she snagged. In her right paw claws, tucked tight, was an intact clamshell, beautifully a light iridescent blue. Padding further onto shore, the molly loafed next to her current trinket and began grooming her fur.
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