- Aug 10, 2022
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In newleaf, she had become a warrior—she had left a long and brutal apprenticeship behind her and had come into her own at last. Since then, she has made mistakes, the mistakes of a young warrior with too much hubris. She has loved, lost, floundered in the uncertain gray space in between. Iciclefang is the same cat she had been when she’d trained under Smokethroat—and yet, the necessary and natural distance between them now has her feeling distinctly different. She has not spoken to him the way they had, once, in many moons, before the swell of his belly had announced his and Cicadastar’s kits.
Iciclefang is not one to seek others out. But today, she does. She hesitates outside the stone housing the leader’s family, her hesitance subdued in the face of strident confidence. “Smokethroat? May I enter?” She will wait, rigid, until she is given permission to breach Cicadastar’s den. The leader is not present—some duty had needed tending to outside of camp, and she can hear only the quiet snores of their children sleeping.
Still, she thinks with a small smile, better to be patient than get a blow to the face like Mudpelt did.
Iciclefang is not one to seek others out. But today, she does. She hesitates outside the stone housing the leader’s family, her hesitance subdued in the face of strident confidence. “Smokethroat? May I enter?” She will wait, rigid, until she is given permission to breach Cicadastar’s den. The leader is not present—some duty had needed tending to outside of camp, and she can hear only the quiet snores of their children sleeping.
Still, she thinks with a small smile, better to be patient than get a blow to the face like Mudpelt did.
- @Smokethroat
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iciclekit.iciclepaw. iciclefang
— she/her ; warrior of riverclan
— lesbian ; single
— short-haired tortoiseshell with white and ice-blue eyes
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— penned by Marquette
— chibi by Pin