camp Crouching tiger | Guarding camp

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It's hard for her to shake off the worries that plague her, she can't force herself to pretend any of this is fine she can't hide behind a smile. Her clanmates are vanishing like minnows into a bears jaws, she worries more will be ripped from their homes worries that even the camp won't be safe. Her gaze flitters towards the nursery from where she sits ridged and tense like a newly made warrior, not even the kits were safe and she will make sure no more harm comes to them - that they won't sneak from their dens even if she has to watch them day and night herself. She trusts Robinheart, Iciclefang and the rest of the queen but another set of eyes doesn't hurt. Eveningkit would come home she prays to the river and to the stars for that much but she hopes none of her denmates would join their peer.

The sky is painted in shades of pink and orange as the sun begins to kiss the horizon, it's a beautiful sight in dire times but it signaled that night would be coming and with that darkness would enshroud the once comfortable territory she thought she'd known like the back of her paws before all this. At one point it'd only been the occasional owl or yipping fox that went bump in the night but now loud thunderous bangs echo off the trees while she tried to sleep something she just couldn't make herself do much of recently. Which was why she was eager to stand guard, least she was of use.

She sorely missed her beauty sleep but her beating heart wouldn't allow for it.

Tigersplash would take a breath, her long fluffy tail pulling close to her and wrapping around her paws. The normally cheery looking tabby looked serious even when a loud growl rumbled from her stomach. Eating had been something she'd also neglected.



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    Tigersplash She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 19 moons
    A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by Kedamono@legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​
 
Iciclefang is like a battered bird shielding her exposed nest with frantic wingbeats. The tortoiseshell hovers at the mouth of the nursery, her blue eyes gleaming in the gathering darkness as dusk sweeps over camp. Eveningkit's disappearance had been the final straw—her kits are no longer safe in their home. She had fought Twolegs and lost before, but as she casts a fierce water-cool glare toward her little ones, she resolves to die by their paws before she lets even one of them have a disturbed hair on their pelts. She would let all her ribs crack under a Twoleg boot for them; even the thought is enough for her to curl her lip, teeth glinting eerily in the twilight.

Tigersplash looms just outside, her ginger-splashed pelt warmed by the setting sun. She slips from the nursery just long enough to head toward the fresh-kill pile, thinned by the chaos their home has experienced, by the Twolegs overfishing their rivers. She picks a small silver fish by it's neck and plops it at the calico warrior's paws. "You should eat something. I can hear your belly growling from the nursery," she murmurs, then, with a flick of one dark ear, the tortoiseshell queen flees back in the direction of the nursery.

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  • Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — 24 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
    — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
    — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x 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.