Recent content by Pinefrost

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- She is saying something before the stench hits her, something snarky and unimportant thrown in Crabchills direction. When the scent of hot vermillion tickles at the tortioseshell's nose, whatever frivolous words on Pinefrost's tongue were quick to die. Cragpelt is already surging...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- The scent of salted blooms tickles at Pinefrost’s nose when Shellpool tosses her head back, the dream-like drawl of her friends dulcet voice is quick to loosen Pinefrost’s lips into a relaxed grin. I know you’ll, you’ll come warm me up eventually, she laughs, though the sound is...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- With Dipperfrost at the head of their trek towards the SkyClan border, Pinefrost couldn’t help the silent but critical eye she glued to the melancholy warrior's back. Dipperfrost was a fine warrior, and Pinefrost’s superior by a small age gap, but something about the pitiful way in...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Her conversation with Iciclefang is still a plague on Pinefrost’s thoughts, her mothers steeled and prying gaze behind every recalled word. Yet, Pinefrost still believed she walked away from the older calico with just as much power as she had approached with- she had to believe...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Raccoonstripe’s gaze is burning and intense, his words are sickly sweet, and while it makes the back of Pinefrost’s tingle with unease, Raccoonstripe’s warm, silent attempt at intimidation was nothing in comparison to the cool, sharp gaze she had been raised under. Pinefrost...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Iciclefang affirms Pinefrost’s point at first, but the one she makes of her own makes Pinefrost’s ear twitch. “And I’m not.” The defensive counter is blurted out before the younger tortoiseshell can think of it, but conceding to her outburst would be worse, she thinks. So, Pinefrost...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- To her subtle but joyous surprise, Raccoonstripe does not continue his stride onward- instead a singular copper eye is turning towards her golden as the older tom steps closer, taking the low-hanging bait. Pinefrost struggles to suppress a smug smirk knowing her words had wedged...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- While Iciclefang responds, Pinefrost debates taking a seat, though only for a split heartbeat. The older she-cats response is about as bland as the younger warriors question had been, and Pinefrost regards it with a polite hum in response. Glancing towards the rocks her mother...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- The evening air is crisp and still, leaving stinging kisses on Pinefrost’s nose, but there is nothing in the way of the tortoiseshells confident stride tonight; honeyed hues frequently seeking Shellpool’s petal-laden pelt. This would be her first gathering without Iciclefang, her...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Water is still dripping from the new warriors whiskers when she returns to camp from her hunt, mixing with the blood that dribbles from where her fangs puncture Pinefrost’s catch. The day had stretched long and uneventfully, but at least her brothers were likely back from their...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinefrost had never been a fan of solo hunts. Even when she was glued to Iciclefang’s side, the tortoiseshell found less satisfaction in her success when it was only Iciclefang that witnessed it- and now only herself. But Pinefrost needed solitude today, she needed a moment think...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinepaw see’s the way uncertainty cloaks Shellpaw, from the moment her friend had gathered the crumpled prey in her jaws to now, bracing herself to face her Clan. The ordeal is a similar blur for the tortoiseshell, though for entirely different reasoning, the adrenaline borne from...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Her and Shellpaw’s return to camp had been everything Pinepaw had expected, the duo were welcomed home as protectors- defenders of Sunningrocks, even. The tortoiseshell molly had kept close to Shellpaw’s side while she had been treated and recovered. It is next to her willow-furred...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Iciclefang continues to prowl towards her, offering a a harsh but honest reminder about the throes of battle. While the older calico slinks, Pinepaw falls into her own languid movement- though with less grace than that of her mother, the apprentice still mirrors every step...

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- I’m - I’m okay. Dewy-eyed and trembling, when Shellpaw’s gaze flits to her, everything else falls away. Being so close, Pinepaw expects the familiar scent of river petals and salt, but it is only the brassed stench of claret and fear that radiates from Shellpaw. Dappled features...