- Jan 5, 2023
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The war is over, at least for now. The pure snow has been tainted by blood. Battered and clawed, WindClan cats are left reeling in the aftermath. A medicine cat dethroned, cast into the paws of a prisoner. Treachery warned by the stars. Many might disagree with Sootstar's decisions, but Tigerfrost is no such cat. It had been his choice to call for that battle, his, and so many others. He had gone willingly into the fray. RiverClan's intervention would be punished, one day. At least he hopes, eyes like frost and tongue like venom.
Now, the snow has finally stopped it's solemn fall. Walls of white line the clearing, making escape impossible. There's a claustrophobic sensation of suffocating, surrounded by the ice which promptly hinders any attempt to leave. WindClan has to rely upon it's tunnelers for food, and the sick? He did not know how much longer they would survive. Tigerfrost's duties are clear enough, his hellish eyes do not stray from the disgraced figure of Dandelionwish. Still, he takes a moment for air, to draw clean breath into his lungs. It is sharp and frozen, an ache that blossoms within his chest from the cold.
With WindClan trapped, he wonders how long they can last before the ice seeps into the flesh to freeze the blood within. Perhaps they would starve before they froze to death. Tigerfrost is grim, but not lacking in optimism just yet. WindClan had faced many trials this leaf-bare. They would face many more, but nonetheless, WindClan would survive.
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Now, the snow has finally stopped it's solemn fall. Walls of white line the clearing, making escape impossible. There's a claustrophobic sensation of suffocating, surrounded by the ice which promptly hinders any attempt to leave. WindClan has to rely upon it's tunnelers for food, and the sick? He did not know how much longer they would survive. Tigerfrost's duties are clear enough, his hellish eyes do not stray from the disgraced figure of Dandelionwish. Still, he takes a moment for air, to draw clean breath into his lungs. It is sharp and frozen, an ache that blossoms within his chest from the cold.
With WindClan trapped, he wonders how long they can last before the ice seeps into the flesh to freeze the blood within. Perhaps they would starve before they froze to death. Tigerfrost is grim, but not lacking in optimism just yet. WindClan had faced many trials this leaf-bare. They would face many more, but nonetheless, WindClan would survive.
@HAZELDASH but feel free to post before them ^^