She is not a frequent visitor of the medicine cat's den; she has never been, in fact. She remembers Beesong working quietly here; she remembers sitting beside Ravensong, their paws curving through weavery. Now it is Moonbeam who sits alone, her pelt glowing like fresh snow. Beefang is not here, for once — the curly-furred warrior is no doubt out with her apprentice or on patrol. Iciclefang takes advantage of the younger woman's absence and enters without ceremony.
"Have a moment?" The blue-eyed tortoiseshell settles a respectable distance from the healer, her tail curling around her paws. There is easy enough silence between them as Moonbeam busies herself. The white she-cat had delivered Iciclefang's kits as only an apprentice; she had doctored her children's cuts and scrapes to the best of her ability; she had voiced her outrage during Pikesplash's trial. Iciclefang depends on her the way she had never depended on Beesong, on Ravensong, even though it goes mostly unspoken.
"I'm glad you're back here." She flicks her burning blue gaze toward Moonbeam's face. "I worried about you, in ThunderClan. Gentlestorm is a fine cat, but the rest of them..." She thinks of the cats she'd journeyed alongside, thinks of a tail twining with hers in the dark, about pressing herself close to another amidst bristling pine, and adds: "What did you see there? Why were you told to leave?"
"Have a moment?" The blue-eyed tortoiseshell settles a respectable distance from the healer, her tail curling around her paws. There is easy enough silence between them as Moonbeam busies herself. The white she-cat had delivered Iciclefang's kits as only an apprentice; she had doctored her children's cuts and scrapes to the best of her ability; she had voiced her outrage during Pikesplash's trial. Iciclefang depends on her the way she had never depended on Beesong, on Ravensong, even though it goes mostly unspoken.
"I'm glad you're back here." She flicks her burning blue gaze toward Moonbeam's face. "I worried about you, in ThunderClan. Gentlestorm is a fine cat, but the rest of them..." She thinks of the cats she'd journeyed alongside, thinks of a tail twining with hers in the dark, about pressing herself close to another amidst bristling pine, and adds: "What did you see there? Why were you told to leave?"
- ooc: @Moonbeam
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Iciclekit.Iciclepaw. Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— "speech", thoughts, attack
— 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
— mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
— riverclan lead warrior.mudpeltx icesparkle, gen 2.
— former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
— penned by Marquette.
sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
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