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Inevitably, she is approached -- but not with the derision she expects. It's a gentle voice that greets her, a youthful one. Through teary eyes she peers up at the molly standing over her, recognizing Graypaw with a pang of embarrassment. An apprentice, hardly more than a kit, is witnessing her...

Icebreath watches the medicine cat with interest as he navigates the den, collecting supplies. Despite her almost lifelong suspicion of this profession, she has to admit that the work is incredibly valuable -- and impressive. It's something she's become increasingly aware of ever since someone...

Fogbound isn't a stranger, but he isn't someone they would expect to be approached by. They've always been too withdrawn, too awkward, to make many friends among their clanmates, and of that small pool very few are moor-runners; the biggest reason she's friendly with any tunnelers, even, is...

[ TL;DR: It's nighttime, and Icebreath silently worries for a while before suddenly standing up, potentially disturbing anyone sleeping next to her. Then she crouches back down and eventually starts to have a panic attack, loudly sobbing and gasping for breath. Feel free to have your character...

They frankly don't understand what about this conversation Sunstride finds amusing, or how he can find it in himself to laugh at a time like this, but they aren't in the business of questioning their superiors so they don't dwell on it (even though they would judge anyone else). "I'm glad...

If being stuck on bed rest was uncomfortable in WindClan's camp, here in the middle of enemy territory it's almost painful. They wish desperately to be useful, to be able to patrol, hunt, or guard the sandy hollow in case ThunderClan decides to ambush them after all, but fleeing the moors had...

[retro to invasion] Icebreath blinks her eyes open with a start, surprised by the sudden stillness of everything; she'd been dreaming of a moorland chase, despite her work in the waking world largely occurring underground. The wind in their fur, the thrumming of their paws against the earth...

[retro to invasion] Being on bed rest isn't as terrible as they'd initially feared. The medicine den is rarely quiet; she has plenty of denmates to observe and converse with, should she so choose. Wolfsong, Cottonpaw, and an entire litter of kits. They're nice company, especially the little...

I wish things could be normal again.

Though she's lying down, Icebreath hasn't been able to relax since arriving in the forest. Since long before that, really. They're on enemy territory, regardless of ThunderClan's present lack of overt hostility, and it is so incredibly alien. Tall trees surround them on every side, dense...

Her senses are in overdrive, ears swiveling and wide-eyed gaze flitting this way and that as WindClan flees the moors, searching for any sign of pursuit. There is none; the rogues seem content to remain in their stolen camp, surely celebrating their victory. This is hopeless, Icebreath miserably...

StarClan truly has abandoned them. It's all she can think as she hears a sudden eruption from beyond the medicine den's tunnel; hissing and snarling and what she can easily imagine to be so much bloodshed. It's not even another clan that invades their camp, but filthy, brutish rogues. There is...

[ retro to rta ] Icebreath has always looked up to Weaselclaw. He was one of WindClan's most loyal, ferocious warriors --- a fierce defender of the moors. Royalty. And now he lies dead in the ground, not slain in battle like a hero but snuffed out by mere illness. She looks down at his corpse...

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Firefang has never been an open book, especially not with Icebreath, but grief has clearly changed her. And who can blame her? WindClan has suffered so many losses, even before the epidemic, and things continue to worsen with each passing day. If Icebreath is still thinking about Snailstride and...