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BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR This, Bluefrost thinks with a stifling expression, is the sort of thing Rimepaw would have done. Petulant, defiant, and completely out of line—but she does not immediately interfere when she spots Doekit dragging a fully-formed nest from the nursery and...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR Bluefrost had always considered herself one of prissiest cats in WindClan, but she pales significantly in comparison to Silkpaw. She'd watched the girl grow up, and from the moment she had cut her milkteeth, she had been obsessed with procuring plants and...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR Bluefrost expects a soft touch of the muzzle to hers when Thriftfeather finds her—but he all but bares his teeth in her direction, anger stirring in his yellow-green eyes. She meets his gaze almost placidly, unsure what the catalyst for his wrath would be...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR Bluefrost purrs—a rare sound, just a snatch—as Comfreypaw leans into her touch. She nods, having expected nothing less from him. He is a realist, like her; satisfactory is an appropriate answer, and not one that begs for context. She appreciates that her son...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR It pains her to have to approach Sedgepounce willingly, and from the measured look the new deputy gives her, she assumes the feeling is mutual. Still, Bluefrost reserves the right to inquire after her kit—any queen would be granted that right, wouldn't they...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR She has no reason to visit the nursery, really—she had done her time the way neither her sister nor her mother had, had spent seven long, cold moons tucked into bracken with a hulking beast of a tomcat and five scampering kits. Bluefrost initially only...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR "Mind yourself," Bluefrost had hissed to her daughter as they'd left camp; "Scorchstar will be watching us both." It is somewhat nerve wracking to be patrolling alongside her leader once more, though the further they get from camp, the more familiar it...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR The last time there had been this much blood on the wind, they had carried Scorchstorm home, brutalized and stiff. But it is not the lover she'd forsaken who is lowered to the earth, red seeping from her soft gray fur, from the wounds shorn into her flesh—it...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR Camp has cleared, for the most part; Bluefrost watches Foxglare embark on some mission with Sedgepounce, and for once, their apprentices remain behind. Rimepaw will hardly spare her a glance now—but that is fine. It is not her wayward daughter she seeks, but...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR The storm had come upon them suddenly; Bluefrost had hardly noticed the scent of rain souring the air before she'd felt the first sprinkle on her nose. The downpour had soaked her thick fur to the bone; it clings to her narrow, wiry frame outlandishly, and...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR In comparison to Sedgepounce and Rimepaw, Bluefrost and Sootpaw have had an uneventful day. Their paws are both sore—it has been many moons since she'd stalked through the moorland herself—and their fur is dusty, but she is looking forward to the peaceful...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR There is a cluster of stars shoving through a soft belly; twilight descends upon the moor coolly and with violet elegance. Bluefrost has at long last abandoned her nest in the nursery, and she gazes out at the tangled mass of bodies almost trepidatiously. It...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR Bluefrost is distracted during the remainder of the meeting—her kits have their names, and Sootpaw is squirming beside her, eager to leave camp for the very first time. She peers back over her shoulder, searching for a pale leaf-green gaze; when she finds...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR The final border they visit is the one with ThunderClan; she can scent the dank and secretive musk of the forest, and as they approach, the foliage thickens. Bluefrost speaks in a low, clipped voice to her protégé before the first cat appears. "For whatever...

BLUEFROSTSHE / HER ◆ WINDCLAN WARRIOR Bluefrost's body has grown used to being campbound; it has been over half a year since she has navigated the moorland, and she is beginning to feel just how out of shape she's become. Herding kits around camp hadn't been enough to maintain her stamina; by...