- Aug 10, 2022
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It’s a warmer day, clear and bright, and Iciclefang sits beside a creekbed that runs through a shallow ravine. She intends to fish alone, but a flash of fire catches the corner of one eye. She sighs, focusing. WindClan, small but growing into broad shoulders and long limbs. After a moment, Iciclefang recognizes her. “You were watching me show Stormywing how to fish, weren’t you?” After a heartbeat, the warrior sighs and averts her gaze. “Come sit here, then. You won’t learn anything all the way over there.” She realizes belatedly she doesn’t know the she-cat’s name. “Iciclefang.” She hopes the abrupt introduction will inspire the apprentice to share her own name.
Once the girl draws nearer, she flicks her tail tip against the spot she wants the apprentice to watch. “Look. See how the shadows are stacked? That’s how you tell which fish is closer to the surface.” She adjusts her sitting position, careful not to throw her shadow over the water. “You have to remain out of sight. You wouldn’t think the fish can see you, but they can.”
She studies Scorchpaw for a moment, her blue eyes suddenly distant. “To think… I could be in RiverClan, teaching my own apprentice how to do this. Instead I’m here showing a WindClanner.” She laughs, semi-bitter. “What I fool I am.”
Several heartbeats pass, and Iciclefang shrugs, rolling the remarks she’d made off of her pelt like beaded-up water. “Who is your mentor? Did they come with you?” She wonders if the WindClan lead warrior Scorchstreak is the girl’s mother—they share a name and a tortoiseshell pelt, and she’d be surprised if they weren’t kin in some way, at the very least.
Once the girl draws nearer, she flicks her tail tip against the spot she wants the apprentice to watch. “Look. See how the shadows are stacked? That’s how you tell which fish is closer to the surface.” She adjusts her sitting position, careful not to throw her shadow over the water. “You have to remain out of sight. You wouldn’t think the fish can see you, but they can.”
She studies Scorchpaw for a moment, her blue eyes suddenly distant. “To think… I could be in RiverClan, teaching my own apprentice how to do this. Instead I’m here showing a WindClanner.” She laughs, semi-bitter. “What I fool I am.”
Several heartbeats pass, and Iciclefang shrugs, rolling the remarks she’d made off of her pelt like beaded-up water. “Who is your mentor? Did they come with you?” She wonders if the WindClan lead warrior Scorchstreak is the girl’s mother—they share a name and a tortoiseshell pelt, and she’d be surprised if they weren’t kin in some way, at the very least.
- @SCORCHPAW
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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