It's still quite early when Iciclefang's patrol leaves camp. There's a stubborn mist that clings to the wetlands, completely muffling any lingering prey-scent. The waters are calm today, slow. The reeds are brittle with frost as the cats maneuver themselves through them; one thwacks! gently against Iciclefang's marbled flank and breaks in half. She regards it with some surprise. "We probably shouldn't go all the way to the border," she murmurs to the patrol streaming behind her. "ThunderClan will hear us coming long before they see us with all this frost crunching underpaw."
Still, she intends to get as close as they can while remaining covert. She flicks her tail, beckoning Pinepaw closer. Crabpaw is on this patrol, too — if he were to catch her eye, she would give him a small smile. They will know true battle soon. Their moons of training will have paid off, with any luck. She trusts her brother and her former apprentice have ensured neither of her sons will be caught off guard against ThunderClan. Besides, with their unwieldy upper body strength and powerful limbs, she expects many of the forest-dwellers will find her children a surprising match when it comes to brute strength...
Would Stormywing draw her claws over their pelts? The thought is more idle than anything, in truth. Her kits would not hesitate to send the gray tabby running back to her Clan with her tail between her legs — but would Stormywing even have it in her to fight back against them?
She recalls the hurt pooling in the warrior's golden eyes during the Gathering. Iciclefang's throat feels thick as she does. With any luck, StarClan will ensure their paths do not cross. Perhaps Stormywing will be preoccupied with ShadowClan instead.
Would she have the strength to claw her former mate? Iciclefang's whiskers twitch. Her breath froths before her muzzle, obscuring her vision for just a heartbeat. She knows in her heart what the answer is: she would not hesitate. She had made her choice many moons ago, and she would not back away from it now.
"I hope it's warmer tomorrow," she says. "All this frost... we should have a full cycle of the moon before the prey begins to hide, shouldn't we?" The riverlands are icy, in truth, and she hadn't quite anticipated the extent of it. Her muzzle creases into a frown.
"The sooner we win Sunningrocks back, the better," she says.
Still, she intends to get as close as they can while remaining covert. She flicks her tail, beckoning Pinepaw closer. Crabpaw is on this patrol, too — if he were to catch her eye, she would give him a small smile. They will know true battle soon. Their moons of training will have paid off, with any luck. She trusts her brother and her former apprentice have ensured neither of her sons will be caught off guard against ThunderClan. Besides, with their unwieldy upper body strength and powerful limbs, she expects many of the forest-dwellers will find her children a surprising match when it comes to brute strength...
Would Stormywing draw her claws over their pelts? The thought is more idle than anything, in truth. Her kits would not hesitate to send the gray tabby running back to her Clan with her tail between her legs — but would Stormywing even have it in her to fight back against them?
She recalls the hurt pooling in the warrior's golden eyes during the Gathering. Iciclefang's throat feels thick as she does. With any luck, StarClan will ensure their paths do not cross. Perhaps Stormywing will be preoccupied with ShadowClan instead.
Would she have the strength to claw her former mate? Iciclefang's whiskers twitch. Her breath froths before her muzzle, obscuring her vision for just a heartbeat. She knows in her heart what the answer is: she would not hesitate. She had made her choice many moons ago, and she would not back away from it now.
"I hope it's warmer tomorrow," she says. "All this frost... we should have a full cycle of the moon before the prey begins to hide, shouldn't we?" The riverlands are icy, in truth, and she hadn't quite anticipated the extent of it. Her muzzle creases into a frown.
"The sooner we win Sunningrocks back, the better," she says.
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ooc: @Pinepaw ⭒ @CICADAFLIGHT @CRABPAW @PIKESPLASH @herondawn
prompt: the patrol is distracted as they notice how intense the early frost appears on their trail. where did leaf-fall go? -
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Iciclekit.Iciclepaw. Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— "speech", thoughts, attack
— 29 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.