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As Marbleleaf returns to camp, Frozenpaw joins his clanmates in gathering around her, golden gaze fixed on the medicine cat as she speaks. He listens in shocked silence, ebony ears flicking backwards against his head as the murmurs already begin to ripple through the clan. The prey is unsafe to...

Frozenpaw had been padding toward the fresh-kill pile when the sound of retching stopped him in his tracks. His ears flick backwards as he turns just in time to see Swallowflutter stumble away, her unsteady frame hunched over. A grimace flickers across his face at the sight of her emptying her...

Frozenpaw moves carefully through the undergrowth, ears pricked and black and white paws light against the damp earth. The night presses in around them, thick with shifting shadows, but he doesn't mind. He's always liked the quiet of the dark. The world feels smaller, closer, safer. At...

Frozenpaw lingers at the edge of the clearing, paws half-buried in the cold mud. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop - he'd only been looking for somewhere quiet to rest after training - but the soft voices drifting toward him stopped him in his tracks. Velvetdusk, Sneezeduck, and Giggleflower are all...

Frozenpaw lingers a few pawsteps behind Snowlark as golden eyes flicker between the gathered warriors. The tension between the two patrols feels suffocating, sharp words exchanged just like unsheathed claws in the skirmish. Not like he would know, though. He hadn’t been there. Black ears flatten...

Frozenpaw pauses at the entrance of the apprentices' den, his golden eyes flicking toward the rearranged nests. His own nest has been moved! Not by much, but enough for him to notice, replaced by the nest of the younger apprentice. Shifting on his paws awkwardly, he glances toward Rainbowpaw and...

The clearing by the Burnt Sycamore stretches wide under a pale morning sky, and Frozenpaw can't help the steady flick of his tail as he waits near the edge. The muddy ground feels cool beneath his paws and there's a light buzz of energy in his chest. Shifting his weight from paw to paw, he...

Frozenpaw lingers near Snowlark's side, his ears pricked with cautious curiosity as Wasp-paw speaks. He remembers her…not well, but enough. Their first patrol had been uneventful, but she'd been...nice. Calm, thoughtful in the way she asked questions. Not like some of the other apprentices who...

Frozenpaw listens intently, nodding along as Bouncepaw talks about her scratches and Marbleleaf's approval to keep training. She sounds excited…at first. Then, her enthusiasm wavers, and Batchaser's injuries are brought up. His ears twitch slightly, remembering how bloodied and battered he’d...

He hesitates just outside the medicine den, his claws lightly scraping the dirt as they often do when he's feeling anxious. Bouncepaw is just inside, right where he'd left her before when Marbleleaf needed the space to look at her scratch, and though it wasn't serious it hadn't stopped...

Frozenpaw had been waiting near the camp entrance, his paws shifting anxiously in the dirt. He had tried not to let his worry show by keeping himself busy with little tasks, like checking the elders' bedding, and asking Marbleleaf over and over if she needed help with anything, but his ears had...

Frozenpaw sits stiffly beside Bouncepaw, his tail curled neatly around his paws. His fur is freshly groomed, though the way his ears flick suggests he's a little nervous. Big ceremonies like this always make him feel like he should be doing something better, like standing straighter, or looking...

Frozenpaw had kept silent as Snowlark led him along the border, his mind still half-focused on their earlier lesson. He was working through his mistakes in his head, replaying the advice Snowlark had given him, but all thoughts of hunting and form vanish when he sees the ragged, mud-streaked...

Frozenpaw pads into the clearing with hesitant steps, the excited energy radiating off Bouncepaw making him even more unsure about the whole thing. His ears twitch uncomfortably at her endless chatter, and though he would never admit it, a tiny part of him is glad she's distracted enough not to...

Frozenpaw tries to keep his gaze focused on Snowlark as his mentor speaks, but the tension in the air between the ShadowClan and ThunderClan patrols makes it difficult. He draws a breath in through his nose as instructed, trying to concentrate on the scents around him. Beneath the usual smells...